| Oh what to do, what to do when a city had run amuck
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| Can’t tell the surviving from the dying
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| Can’t tell the corrupt from the pure
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| The gutters are full of blood
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| From the sex, scum, politics, and whores
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| Like a beaten child this city
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| Whimpers backed into a corner with no one to save it
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| But there are still few who believe in blocking the hands that bleeds that
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| bleed this city dry
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| Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive
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| Justice coming to all of us
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| No matter what the fuck we do
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| This is not a conquest of men
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| But of the evils that beset them
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| It’s all so confusing, but yet so simple
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| The American Dream is condemned and we’re all going down
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| The gutters are full of blood
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| From the sex, scum, politics, and whores
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| Like a beaten child this city whimpers
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| But there are still few who believe in blocking the hand that bleeds that
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| bleeds this dry
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| Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive
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| Judgement will come not with a gavel, but with a nuclear blast
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| This utopia was built on horror
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| It’s all so confusing, but yet so simple
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| The American Dream is condemned
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| And we’re all going down |