They opened up a bar called Living Hell
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Right from the start it didn't go too well
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They didn't have the vibe or quite the right clientele
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They bought a velvet rope and the doorman laughed
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They got robbed blind by half the wait staff
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Six short weeks and they were forced to sell
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Richie and Ruben
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Don't know what they're doin'
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Richie and Ruben
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Are both a little out of their minds
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Don't give them a dime
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They'll blow through your dough
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Just like they blew through mine
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Oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh
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Oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh
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Where did the money go?
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Where did the money go?
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They opened a boutique they called Debris
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Together with some kid from F.I.T.
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Though later it turned out he never quite got his degree
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Eleven hundred bucks for a ripped up shirt
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That came pre-stained with bleach and black dirt
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Seemed just a little bit too steep to me-e-e, e-ee
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Richie and Ruben
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Don't know what they're doin'
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Richie and Ruben
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Are both a little out of their minds
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Don't give them a dime
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They'll blow through your dough
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Just like they blew through mine
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And ever since the seventh grade
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They've been saying that we've got it made
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And I still haven't gotten paid
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Gotten paid at all
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Oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh
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Oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh
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Where did the money go?
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Richie and Ruben
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Don't know what they're doin'
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Richie and Ruben
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Are both a little...
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They're both a little...
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They're both a little...
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Out of their minds
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Richie And Ruben
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