I see faces and traces of home back in New York City-
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So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
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Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
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The call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor.
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I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
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'cos we're only as strong, as the weakesst link in the chain.
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Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
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I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
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You say I must be crazy, 'cos KI don't care who I hit, who I hit.
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But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm not full of shit.
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I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
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This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
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When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
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You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.
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As I cuddled the porcupine
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He said I had none to blame, but me.
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Held my heart, deep in hair,
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Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
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No time for romantic escape,
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When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
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Off we go.
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You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real,
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You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
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Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
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But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
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And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
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And laid them down in coloured sheets.
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Who needs illusion of love and affection
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When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? connection.
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As I cuddle the porcupine
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He said I had none to blame, but me.
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Held my heart, deep in hair.
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Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
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No time for romantic escape,
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When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
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Back In N.Y.C.
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