blamed for everything done wrong he goes and gets himself a gun
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shooting dope yeah there's still hope he has hit the rock
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bottle to the wall
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cracks in the brick show it all too thick
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you better watch where you step, you could be spreading the epidemic
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corner store robberies and everything in between this life and the next
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it'll all explode like kerosene
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shots fired bones drop it's all that i see
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i'm fucking sick of this town where the hell have you been?
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it's not over, until it's over
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scrape the streets you motherfucker
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meet and greet with the pavement and your teeth
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economic sober nickel and dimming till we're beat
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keep things discrete or you'll be sucking like a leech
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now you can't see through the clouds of defeat
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bottled up till nothings left your tops been blown
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blame it on me like everything
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well it's okay another loose end straightened
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another time we'll take it too far
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another bottle's been broken another day is dawning on our faces
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the disgrace that we bring to the table
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sometimes it seems theres no stopping it
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sometimes things go too far
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Scumpunch!
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| The Flatliners |
