Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
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Some signifying hack is scratching backs for fleas
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Putting on their bad mouths for poor little me
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Spreading ugly lies like it's some horrible disease
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He said that I said what I never did said
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But I said that it's rare that it's over your head
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Ask me a question, then print a lie
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I cancelled all appointments having vowed that he will die
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So I went to find the source of this malitious dirt
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Having reread the words and wiped the blood from my shirt
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When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree
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With one bloody finger on a typewriter key
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Sky is gray and the grass unseen
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And you're the dumbest **** this city's ever seen
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He was laughing, shaking, high up in a tree
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But then he lost his balance and he fell down on his knees
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So I leapt on that mother my anger to appease
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When I grabbed him by the throat, he said "Oh spare me please"
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Sure as gullible as my name I let him go back to the trees
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And straight away the poisons flowing freely from the keys
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The sky is grey and the grass unseen
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And he's still the dumbest **** this concrete jungle's ever seen
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That mother he was laughing, bathing in the heat
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But then he slipped again and landed in the street
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Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
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Nobody's seen that mother high in the fleas
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But there's a new one in the obituaries
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And it shows four stars where the name oughta be
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****(Jungle Law)
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