| It happened in the suburbs north of the river
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| Where the smokestacks scrape the air
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| And gangs of short haired boys roam the streets
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| Get out of there way, 'cause there out to get there share
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| Now Butcher, he was the leader
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| Had a reputation for being tough but fair
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| He knew life was just a gamble
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| So he lived from day to day without a care
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| Stick around and I’ll tell ya
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| About Butcher and Fast Eddy
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| Across the river lived Fast Eddy
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| He was known to be treacherous, very mean
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| Even Eddy’s sweet young sister out on the streets
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| Just a girl, barely fifteen
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| Now Fast Eddy, he led the rival gang
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| And he claimed he was better… than most
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| One day I’m gonna fix that Butcher
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| Always seemed to be this cocky braggart’s boast
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| There’s only the quick and the dead
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| I wanna know who’s layin' down
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| Now, I’m gonna win this fight said Eddy
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| Yeah…'cause I’m gonna take a knife, and I’m gonna take a gun
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| But Butcher, he told his mates as they gathered 'round
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| I got two good fists, and you know I never…
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| Never ever ever been afraid of anyone
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| And it came the night, at last for their meeting
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| I can’t lose said Eddy, 'cause I’m the best
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| But the cold light of morning found Eddy
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| His own switchblade knife… buried deep in his chest!
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| Yeah that’s it all… Oh-WOW Butcher, and Fast Eddy
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| Yeah that’s it all
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| And the law never did touch Butcher
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| And I’m so glad, 'cause I know so well
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| He was born with a wild free spirit, and he never…
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| He never was the kind that could live locked up in some dirty stinkin' cell
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| And the kids, they still talk about it
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| In the back streets and alleyways around town
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| They still talk about that cold, windy Saturday night that
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| That old Butcher… ya know, he put Fast Eddy down… |