| On a street called Straight they dress in black and white
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| And the norm is the same and the same is right
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| There’s a rule for the dog and a rule for the cat
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| And I rule with my gun with it’s rat-a-tat-a-tat
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| So my street gets straighter
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| On a street called Straight I push the cars along
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| And I knock down the people but who’s to say I’m wrong?
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| On a street called Straight I’m wading through a flood
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| And it drip-drips red but I guess It’s only blood
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| So my street get straighter
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| Don’t push me, don’t push, don’t!
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| On a street called Straight I’m wading through a flood
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| And it drip-drips red but I guess It’s only blood
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| There’s a rule for the dog and a rule for the cat
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| And I rule with my gun with it’s rat-a-tat-a-tat
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| So my street get straighter
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| On a street called Straight I push the cars along
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| And I knock down the people but who’s to say I’m wrong?
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| It’s getting late so the big man come, to tie
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| Me by the ankle and nail me by the thumb
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| So my street gets straighter
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| Sequestrator
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| Push the toy car out the way
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| Do as the sequestrator say
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| See the plastic soldier stand
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| As he takes the mock gun from my hand
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| The street gets straighter |