Get down, turn around,
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Skinny Boy is on his knees;
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and I can't figure out
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what I need to do to please you.
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There's a man in Brooklyn
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who police are messing up 'til dawn,
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while The Man in California gives them semi-automatic guns.
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And we can't even function
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when we're not in a band.
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I'm not eating well (as if I didn't have the time),
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and I don't do pharmaceuticals, so I got no excuse for the crime,
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But they're eating them in Brooklyn
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and the hot California sun,
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when police in California get their semi-automatic guns.
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And how many rounds will they get off
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before you get up your hands?
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Oh, we can't even function
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When we're not in a band.
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Abner Louima v. Gov. Pete Wilson
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
