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Hey Lenny, don't those city lights look real pretty, |
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As the moon cascades a smile over Main and Hastings, |
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You came in from the hammer, |
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On a Greyhound coach out west |
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To find those narceritos waiting for you with a kiss |
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I'll say my goodbyes, and leave you with a smile |
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We don't have many friends 'round here |
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But the gesture's worth the while |
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'Cause the boys downtown and the government |
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Aren't waiting for our votes, |
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But the narceritos are making sure |
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They get that tax we owe |
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(Break) |
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Did you hear they don't want your safe house here anymore, |
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And they cut the arts with a steely knife, |
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And sent kids off the war, |
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'Cause there's no room for an addict, |
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Or an artist in the house, |
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This law and order all the while in a narceritos smile |
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So Lenny, this city sleeps, and now I'll say goodbye |
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'Cause we ain't got no business in these chambers of our time, |
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So if you'd rather pay your money, |
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On an 8-ball piece of mind |
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Well it's all going to the government, |
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And organized crime |
