| There’s blacks with knives and whites with clubs
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| Fighting in Howard Beach
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| There’s no such thing as human rights
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| When you walk the N.Y.streets
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| A cop was shot in the head by a 10 years old kid
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| Named Buddah in Central Park last week
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| The fathers and daughters are lined up by the coffins
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| By the Statue of Bigotry, hey
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| You better hold on
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| Something’s happening here
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| You better hold on
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| Well, I meet you in Tompkins Square
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| The dopers sent a message to the cops last weekend
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| They shot him in the car where he sat
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| And Eleanor Bumpers and Michael Stewart
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| Must have appreciated that
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| There’s a rampaging rage rising up like a plague
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| Of bloody vials washing up on the beach
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| It’ll take more than the Angels or Iron Mike Tyson
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| To heal this bloody breach, hey, hey
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| You better hold on
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| Something’s happening here
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| You better hold on
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| I’m gonna meet you in Tompkins Square
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| A junkie ran down a lady a pregnant dancer
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| She’ll never dance but the baby was saved
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| He shot up some China White and nodded out at the wheel
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| And he doesn’t remember a thing
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| They shot that old lady 'cause they thought she was a witness to
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| A crime she didn’t even see
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| Whose home is the home of the brave
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| By the Statue of Bigotry, hey
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| You better hold on
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| Something’s happening here
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| You better hold on
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| Meet you in Tompkins Square
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| You got a black .38 and a gravity knife
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| You still have to ride the train
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| There’s the smelly essence of N.Y. down there
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| But you ain’t no Bernard Goetz, ah
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| There’s no Mafia lawyer to fight in your corner
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| For that 15 minutes of fame
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| The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub
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| That’s New York’s future not mine, oh
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| You better hold on
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| Something’s happening here
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| You better hold on
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| You better, something’s happening here
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| Hold on, ooohhh, babe |