Chip off the block
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seems that I'm not
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as good as I thought
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or as bad as you want
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the line has been drawn
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what side are you on?
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try to do it right
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but everything is wrong
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and so I stare at
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the dregs of the earth
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clear blue skies
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to the deepest of dirt
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with hands stretched out
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looking pious and pure
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to the ten padlocks
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strapped on your front door
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Well, There ain't nuthin'
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but heroes and villains
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more villains than heroes
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But can you tell
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one from the next?
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Can you go down from zero?
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There ain't nuthin'
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but heroes and villains
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more villains than heroes
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All lined up
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from the east to the west
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black hat born or an 'S' on your chest
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Who got in your head?
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Who told you those things?
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You better put 'em up
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When you hear the bell ring
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seeing things clear
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in the blackest of night
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and sometimes the good guys
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they dont wear white
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(NO!!!)
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(Chorus)
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Gangsters and mobs
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with itchy trigger fingers
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do-gooder knights
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or some love song singers
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they all got their rules, man,
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are trades of the trick
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but give 'em one chance and
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I swear they'll all switch
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Heroes And Villians
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