| The slick haired girls with a pretty skirts say let’s see who’s hands are
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| shaking
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| And the broad chest boys from South Detroit said who’s money are we taking
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| Well the switchblade kids with the tattooed skin got demons and a reason for
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| anger
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| Girls kiss scars on the hood of cars it’s the city and season for danger
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| Bobbie caught a bottle in the side of the head now he’s spitting out his teeth
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| Well with chains, dust gangs, and razor blades will bring order back to these
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| streets
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| I got scars and I know they’re worth I said them boys out here are hard to hurt
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| I got scars and I guess they’re worth I said them boys round here are hard to
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| hurt
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| Stitch us up and tape our hands we can fight beneath the moonlight
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| Shadows mix with clouds of dust in a silhouetted street fight
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| Well Mary run away with me before the heat it starts to close in
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| Just wrap my pistol in a shirt and toss it in the ocean
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| Bobbie caught a bottle in the side of the head now he’s spitting out his teeth
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| Well with chains, dust gangs, and razor blades will bring order back to these
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| streets
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| I got scars and I know they’re worth I said them boys out here are hard to hurt
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| I got scars and I guess they’re worth I said them boys round here are hard to
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| hurt
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| Well Mary come and dance with me in the headlights we will be set free
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| We made love in the dust and dirt in the vacant lot behind your mother‘s church
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| She said I was lost but now I’m found by a switchblade boy from outside town
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| If I don’t make it through the night please tell my mama when the time is right
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| Bobbie caught a bottle in the side of the head now he’s spitting out his teeth
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| Well with chains, dust gangs, and razor blades will bring order back to these
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| streets
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| I got scars and I know they’re worth I said them boys out here are hard to hurt
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| I got scars and I guess they’re worth I said them boys round here are hard to
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| hurt |