| Hey hey we`re from New York City
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| Down town where the life is kill
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| Nobody`s gonna pick you up
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| `Cos they`re kicking you down ta hell
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| We live in a perma-crisis
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| Hope the landlord leaves ya alone
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| Don`t bother goin` out anymore
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| `Cos I don`t like anyone
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| Where it comes from I don`t know
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| Just living here ya get a rot-rotten soul
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| Yeah it`s rock `n` roll
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| All the little kiddies are satiesfied
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| Livin` in the toilets, where they reside
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| Sittin` on the corner just gettin` reaction
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| Cuttin` all the deals just to get in the action
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| Where it comes from, I don`t know
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| Just livin` here you get a rot-rotten soul
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| I got a rotten soul
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| Gimme, gimme, gimme
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| New York City punk
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| I got a rotten soul
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| Pumped up out on the skids breakin` laws
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| That hold ya down
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| (Yeah whatcha gonna do)
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| No-one`s gonna pick you up And save you from this town
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| (Yeah whatcha gonna do)
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| Twenty four hours around the clock
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| That`s the way you gotta play
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| (Yeah whatcha gonna do)
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| Never gonna get a break and I hope it stays the way
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| (Yeah whatcha gonna do)
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| Where it comes from I don`t know
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| Just living here you get a rot-rotten soul
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| I got a rotten soul
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| Yeah — rotten
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| I got a rotten soul
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| I`m sick of all the little babies
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| Just whining about their stupid lives
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| And all the cosmic millionaires
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| Tellin` us we`re gonna die
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| Hey Geffen, look at me
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| I`m rockin` every single night
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| Criticized and crucify me `cause
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| I`m ready for another fight
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| Where it comes from I don`t know
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| Just livin` here you get a rot-rotten soul
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| I got a rotten soul |