Cold concrete apartments
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Rise up from wet black asphalt
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Below them a few carcasses
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Of the long gone age of privacy
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It takes a scary kind of illness
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To design a place like this for pay
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Downtown's an endless generic mall
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Of video games and fast food chains
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One by one
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The little houses are bricked up and condemned
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A subtle hint to move
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Before the rats move in
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This could be anywhere
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This could be everywhere
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Those new kids at school seem cool
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But dad says not to talk to them
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Stick to your old friends
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They're not our kind
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So now there's lots of fights
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So many people I know
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Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
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Can't create so they just destroy
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C'mon!
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Let's set someone's dog on fire
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Empty plastic
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Culture slum suburbia
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Is a war zone now
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Sprouting the kinds of gangs
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We thought we'd left behind
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This could be anywhere
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This could be everywhere
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Kids at school are taking sides
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Along color and uniform lines
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My dad's gone and bought a gun
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He says he's fed up
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With crime in this town
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This could be anywhere
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This could be everywhere
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This could be anywhere
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This could be everywhere
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Anywhere
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Everywhere
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I hope I'm gone before it explodes
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I linger late at night
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Waiting for the bus
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No amount of neon jazz
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Could hide the oozing vibes of death
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My dad's a vigilante now
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He's bringing home these weird-ass friends
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Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV
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When Kojak's on
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Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
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To his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends
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Whose sense of pride and hope
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Is being in the police reserve
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This could be anywhere
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This could be everywhere-Everywhere
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This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere)
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The Dead Kennedys |