| Smoking cloves, you’re the toast of midem
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| You twiddle knobs
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| Because you think you need them
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| They’ll put you in the ground
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| Where’s the pose, the curse in my head
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| You’re just drunk on margaritas
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| They’ll kick you when you’re down
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| They’ll kick you when you’re down
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| Stayed in bed-stuy, turn it around again
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| Mix the master
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| Turn it around for this moment
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| You’re in a phony town
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| You’re lucky you’re ever found
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| You’re in a phony town
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| Bust your balls, 10 buck per diem
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| Sharpee’d the walls to break the boredom
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| Your desperation is found
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| When you get home
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| You’re the devil’s agent
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| Says she’s your friend
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| Until you need her
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| They’ll kick you when you’re down
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| They’ll kick you when you’re down
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| Stayed in bed-stuy, turn it around again
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| Mix the master
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| Turn it around for this moment
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| I was born a bastard
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| I fell for the joke again
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| Sergeant cpa
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| Look at the hand that he’s holding
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| This is a phony town
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| This is a phony town
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| You’re lucky your ever found
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| You’re in a phony town |