we learned to skate here back in the 80s
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and i can take you to the spot near the vacant lot
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where they buried my favorite baby.
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now we been kicked out and scolded berated
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and just plain told*ed certain people didn't like our company.
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well they're gonna have a riot if they try to keep us quiet
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cause it's our town too and well do we please.
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some lady didn't like the way we danced,
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so she bought the building & doubled the rent.
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& the club that she couldn't buy burned down to the floor.
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well i ain't gotta worry because lady when you die i won't be sad no more.
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some people got together & they built a place they could call their own,
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& people came running from miles around saying yer doing it all wrong,
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making up the rules as they went along.
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Debbie Dunlap
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This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb |