| Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine
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| I’m on the pavement thinking about the goverment
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| the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
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| says he’s got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off
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| God knows when but you’re doin’it again!
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| you better duck down the alleyway lookin’for a new friend
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| the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
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| wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten
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| Look out, kid
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| Look out, kid, it’s somethin’that you did
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| Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid
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| Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
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| talkin’at the heat put plants in the bed but
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| the phone’s tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
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| they must bust in early may
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| orders from the D.A.
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| Walk on your tip toes, don’t try no doz
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| better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
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| keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
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| you don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
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| Look out, kid
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| Look out, kid, it’s somethin’that you did
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| Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid
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| Looks to me like you did
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| a little to much hittin’kid
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| you should’ve took it to the bridge
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| before you started to skid
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| Look out, kid
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| the good god willin', we’ll bebop to Bob Dylan
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| chillin’em, thrillin’em, and red hot killin’em
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| killin’em
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| Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
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| ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’to sell
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| try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
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| get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail
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| But users, cheaters, six time losers
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| hand around the theatres
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| girl by the whirlpool lookin’for a new fool
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| don’t follow leaders, watch the parkin’meters
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| Look out, kid
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| Look out, kid, it’s somethin’that you did
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| Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid |