watch me
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Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
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Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this
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Union boy standing next to the rastas
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There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us
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Three men standing and they love what they do
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You won't see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
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Consider it done, they're gonna stand right by you
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American punks don't care about you
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Hollywood what you gonna do? [x2]
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Don't say that you don't understand
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Don't say that you can't comprehend
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Don't say that you don't understand,
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this is California Babylon, my man [x3]
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You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
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Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
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Two to the head, pull a left, he's dead
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Suspect fled, cut up and blood shed
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No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
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Junkies to our left, no fix, they can't cope
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Violence won't cease, hand me the crow piece
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No peace or sleep, we fight with police
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this is the city that'll make all your dreams come true
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so pay attention
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[chorus][x2]
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At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
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Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
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Once again she passes, now she's gone
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Now she's with her friend, her beautiful young
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She showed up on the scene, she was 17
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Now she's 21, she does some more coke,
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she does some more coke
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She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
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She thinks she's a star [x4]
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Do you know who you are? [x4]
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[chorus][x5]
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California Babylon
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| The Transplants |
