You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the L train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name Im in a rocket to Russia Im wa?hin the Detectives Listen to a record at the end of the world Blame it on cain Dont get belong we dont be long Im going to the other side, wont leave no tears behind all I know Dont get me wrong Id rather shoot the moon and miss Aim at the gutter and make a hit We gotta get out before they eat us off There going soft Riot gun69 made a crash Wake in the city, the gangs all clashed Colors on black and white TV Made a smash Dont get me wrong
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