I'm a creature of the street
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And I rip off all the money
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I was kicked in the teeth
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Shoved face first through a window
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I got a gangland name
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And a teardrop tattooed eye
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They call me Little Caesar in the brotherhood
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of crime
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I know about the pain
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Dyin' in an alley with an
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air-conditioned brain
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I know, it's for real
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Flatlined in an ambulance
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Without a pulse to feel
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[Chorus:]
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Hey blood brother, you're one of our own
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You're as sharp as a razor
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And as hard as a stone
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Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
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You're a natural killer
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In a bad place alone
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They call me Smoky Joe
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And I'm as thin as a coroner's needle
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I got a pocket full of rocks
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Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua
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I got a runny nose
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And a road map on my arm
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I blew my gig pokin' 'round the gallery
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With someone else's rig
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I know, I understand
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I watch my body hauled off
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By the local garbage man
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[Chorus]
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We're cool, we're cold
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We're stiff, we're tagged
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We're slabbed, we're croaked
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We're whacked, we're cracked
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We're smoked and cured and
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slammed and slurred and
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sliced and diced and put on ice
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Cooked and stewed and badly brewed
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And splattered once or twice
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Bad Place Alone
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| Alice Cooper |
