In a bone dry shack
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Down on Oceanside
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Drive where the boredom fools urban people inside
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The thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube
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A gang of deadbeats blow a last dube
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Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride
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And we'll be working the strip till after high tide
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He's a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit
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Sucking money from a straw
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Like nectar from a fruit
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It's outrageous looking for Gabbio
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It's contagious making plans to go looking for Gabbio
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Hard times and the street is what he knows
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Gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto
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In a rubbish heap, want food to eat
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Anything goes when you livin on da street
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Gun shots make other youth fall
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Feel you're bad but you can't kill dem all
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Through tribulation he still stand tall
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Gabby know soon will be the final call
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Hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye
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Of who wanted it all but now needs to get high
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Down on the corner in a bridesmaid's gown
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Shattered and shivering and going to town to see this...
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Salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie
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Sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye
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But we got cheaper and better from a guy I know
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That's why I'm making plans to go
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Looking for Gabbio
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Looking For Gabbio
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Grimskunk |