stranded in the streets of san francisco
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a rust car pulled along side of me
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i looked behind the wheel
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and i started to squeal
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an idol's face was staring at me
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don't preach to me
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Mr. integrity
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sittin' shotgun,
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out of my brain
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our muffler draggin'
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through the art ghettos
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stepped on the gas
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gums started to flap
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punk rock manifestoes
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spittin', fumin',
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streets are filled with so much glass
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that i wanted to break
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eyes spinnin' 'round
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as my feet shook the ground
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like the san francisco earthquake
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don't preach to me
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Mr.. integrity
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don't preach to me
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Mr. integrity
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i'm not the enemy
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please don't preach to me
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Mr. integrity
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don't preach to me
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Mr.. integrity
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i'm not the enemy-- no
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please don't preach to me
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Mr.. integrity
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Mr. Integrity
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