| Downtown on a thirteen train
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| A free ride hangin' off the frame
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| These people been waiting years and years
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| They been up drinkin' beers and beers
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| I came along for the sights to see
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| They came down for the victory
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| A molotov cocktail ready to jam
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| We came in like a gypsy caravan!
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| Run for the hills hide your gold
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| They got sticks that’ll break your bones
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| Tippin' cars like dominoes
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| No stoppin' when they’re in the throes
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| Lootin' places in the old city
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| It’s like the moment’s on lsd
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| God came down to kick the can
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| And all he saw was a gypsy caravan!
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| No regard for tomorrow’s comeback
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| Leavin' nothin' in town intact
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| World champs for a long time comin'
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| Too bad somebody’s gonna get done in
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| People swear they believe in this place
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| Always threaten to leave but then stay
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| Can’t treat it like their own homeland
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| They run through like a gypsy caravan |