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Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine |
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I'm on the pavement thinking about the government |
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The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off |
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Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off |
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Look out, kid, it's something you did |
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God knows when, but you're doing it again |
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Better duck down the alleyway, looking for a new friend |
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Man in the coonskin cap in the big pen |
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Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten |
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Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot |
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Talking that the heat put plants in the bed but |
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The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say |
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They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A. |
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Look out, kid, don't matter what you did |
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Walk on your tiptoes, don't try No Doz |
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Better stay away from those that carry 'round a fire hose |
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Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes |
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To know which way the wind blows |
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Get sick, get well, hang around an inkwell |
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Ring a bell, hard to tell, it's gonna sell |
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Try hard, get barred, get back, write Braille |
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Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail |
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Look out, kid, it's something you did |
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God knows when, but you're doing it again |
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Better duck down the alleyway, looking for a new friend |
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Man in the coonskin cap in the big pen |
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Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten |
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The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen |
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Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten |
