| This place has really changed its ways
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| Luckily there’s only really rich folk living here
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| Remember what you used to do to me?
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| Remember the way it used to be?
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| Cruisin' in the block
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| Burnin' like it was all meant to be
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| Burnin' all the rubber in the fucking land of the free
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| Nikki Nikki Nack
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| She told me «never bend back»
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| That Nikki Nikki Nack
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| Turn her around and spit on her back
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| We said we wouldn’t let 'em take our soil
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| We said we wouldn’t let 'em take our soil
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| These days don’t it just make your blood boil
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| We said we’d never let 'em take our soil
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| Been
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| Left behind
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| Been, been been
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| My my
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| On my mind
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| This place has really changed its ways
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| And it’s been ruined by the boats of rich folks coming here
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| Remember what he used to do to me?
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| Remember the way it used to be?
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| Micky D milkshake and a cigarette
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| Every Sunday a little bit of lightning
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| Good ol' Michael Mack
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| He said we’d better fight back
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| Checkered suit and tie to match
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| Then turned around and shot him in his back
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| We said we wouldn’t let 'em take our soil
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| We said we wouldn’t let 'em take our soil
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| With a swipe and a poke the land that we toiled
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| We said we’d wouldn’t let 'em take our soil
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| Been
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| Left behind
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| Been, been been
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| My my
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| On my mind
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| Been
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| Left behind
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| Been, been been
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| Holiday, holiday
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| Let’s go crazy
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| Now I’ll never know
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| What’s going on
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| Been
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| Left behind
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| Been, been been
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| Holiday, holiday
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| Let’s go crazy
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| Let’s go cra- |