| Protect your body
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| They want to take your body
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| They want to hurt your body
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| And put it in a coffin
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| 'Cause they don’t think you matter, oh no
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| They want to take your power, oh no
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| And make you even lesser, oh no
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| And add you to the number
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| Don’t let them get close
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| They’re screamin' out murder
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| You’ve got to be cautious
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| Before they destroy ya
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| Don’t let them get close
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| They’re screamin' out murder
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| You’ve got to be cautious
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| Before they destroy ya
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| How fast can them bare feet run?
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| The answer is barely, isn’t it?
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| But you can’t stop for the pain
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| Pop another oxy, swallow, and hit the bricks
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| Follow the plan, you know all the tricks
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| Fire escape to the roof, stay low, stay low, stay low
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| When they screamin' out murder, they lookin' for you
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| They always lookin' for you, why the fuck they always lookin' for you?
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| Surely somebody must live without stiffness, ice in the spine
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| God you been runnin', so gotta keep runnin'
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| So so-and-so told you 'bout so-and-so's cousin
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| They got him and there wasn’t nothin' left for her to identify
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| Disappeared in the blink of a eyeball
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| Bounce, man, bounce, man
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| Oh, he dead
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| Lost and found, man
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| Oh, he dead
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| Used to be this girl 'round the way
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| Oh, she dead
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| Looked up to God and you pray
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| Oh, he dead, oh, she dead
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| What they say, you got loose, do not stop, do not dwell
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| On the past, you’s a fool, you got legs, best to use 'em
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| Don’t let them get close
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| You’ve got to be cautious
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| This ain’t knife to a gunfight, but more twig to a tank
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| They say these bullets hollow, holler if you feel the same
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| Say you need bullets silver, holler if you got a chain
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| Then this breeze make you shiver, holler if you feel the pain
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| Yeah, the molar is throbbin' insane, must be 'bout to rain again
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| Yeah, the older you get the less game they ought to be breakin' in
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| They like they meat fresh, so just stay alive, young man, feet to the road again
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| The echo of boots on the pavement is palpable off of the buildings,
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| they closing in
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| They hunt as a pack and they packin' more firepower than you ever imagined
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| The pack on your back rattles back and forth, no slack
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| Go faster, go faster, they masters of trapping and
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| You just a trapper who went for a Masters
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| And dropped out when it didn’t matter no more
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| Your body of work didn’t embody bodyin' bodies
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| And watchin' them pile on the floor
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| So what them books got you but dreams of everything lost?
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| What does sleep bring you but screams at night where you toss?
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| And turn hope into stone, your motto embossed
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| Stay alive at all costs
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Can you feel it everywhere?
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| Oh, he dead
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| Don’t let them get close
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| They’re screamin' out murder
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| You’ve got to be cautious
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| Before they destroy ya
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| Don’t let them get close |