| They´re cooking up a storm
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| Inhell´s kitchen tonight
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| And the main course could
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| Be you
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| Or try your hand at an Eastside stand
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| Dashin´, slashes, in a crazy
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| Human zoo
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| The girls shine like diamonds
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| In the cold steel of the night
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| With cash in hand you´d better
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| Understand
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| If you want it you can get it Any day or night
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| So if you turn around
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| And tell me go to hell
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| I´d say I know that place
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| Too well
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| Where living is a luxury
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| There´s a bad moon rising in The underground
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| Living is a luxury
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| Another driveby nightmare
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| In this lonely town
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| When your blood runs cold
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| And your soul´s on ice
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| Gotta run from the shadows
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| Of the night
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| The secrets told with the back
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| Alley show
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| It´s a cold sweat, loose bet
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| Skin tight
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| Sloe gin is a fast pace sin
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| In this hell below your feet
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| A blue sky day seems so Far away, with another chalk
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| Mark on this crazy street
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| So if you turn around
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| And tell me go to hell
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| I´d say I know that place
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| Too well
|
| Where living is a luxury
|
| There´s a ad moon rising in The underground
|
| Living is a luxury
|
| Another driveby nightmare
|
| In this lonely town
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| So if you turn around and tell me go to hell
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| I´d say I know that place too well
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| And if you close your eyes
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| To see
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| You better take a look
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| At me Ya
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| Where living is a luxury
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| There´s a bad moon rising in The underground
|
| Living is a luxury
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| Another driveby nightmare
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| In this lonely town |