There's a dirty little town on the east side of a city made of plastic gold
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Where the the old come to die and the young have to dig all the holes
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They take their dirty little lies to grave with 'em
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That they brought along in luggage with no names on 'em
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And leave behind boxes filled with all their souls
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Crushing us in this black hole In this black..
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Its our time to take it back
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Beat the walls until the crack
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Burn the city to the ground
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Look in every damn direction for a way out from the wall of people closing in
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Reaching for my pockets taking every single penny they can
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They got their fat fingers stuck inside the pocket of
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People doing anything to make a buck
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Taking every opportunity they can to hurt us
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Then complaining that we don't trust!
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No we shouldn't trust them..
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Its our time to take it back
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Beat the walls until the crack
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Burn the city to the ground
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Its our time to take it back
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Beat the walls until the crack
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Burn the city to the ground
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In the middle of a one horse
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Everybody knows me
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Telling my business town.
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In the middle of a dead stop
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Traffic jam city.
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Doing everythingto keep me down
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In the back of a line of people
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Waiting for death to come
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So I'm skipping to the front
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So I can show'em how it's done
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Its our time to take it back
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Beat the walls until the crack
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Burn the city to the ground
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Vengeance
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Nonpoint |