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I guard these sleazy streets, |
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from gambling joint |
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to speakeasy. |
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No back alley hoodlum |
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is gonna muscle in |
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on my territory. |
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The gangster and machine gun |
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is public enemy number one, |
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in Chicago where the innocent |
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pay protection to stay free. |
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Well nobody gets hurt, |
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If he walks the straight and narrow. |
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Bend the arrow out of line, |
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and you have to reckon with me. |
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Chorus |
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Cause I'm laying down, |
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Laying down the law. |
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I'm laying down, |
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Laying down the law. |
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Behind every street corner, |
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there's vermin crawling out |
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of the woodwork. |
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Some low down punk |
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with a shot gun, |
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itchin to fill ya full of lead. |
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Wine,Women |
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and bootleg whiskey, |
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threatens the basis of society. |
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Side walks are paved with blood, |
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Who couldn't keep their head. |
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Sin city never sleeps, |
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You better learn to |
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pull no punches. |
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Eyes to the rear, |
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cause down here... |
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They play for keeps. |
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(Chorus) |
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You say I'm dreaming, |
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to believe in a better way, |
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For this rat trap |
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we call home. |
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I'm the enforcer |
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Making sure |
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that crime don't pay... |
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And I'm not alone! |
