| Hot summer days in New York City
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| What a strange way to make a living
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| Waste a whole day just to stack a couple pennies
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| Now I’m stepping over bums and I feel no pity
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| Off to the bus stop standing in line
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| Pushing and shoving trying to take what’s mine
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| I’m gonna get yours first if I can help it
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| If no one’s gonna give it to you help yourself
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| I’m staring at faces feeling distrust
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| Don’t touch me or I’ll fuck you up
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| It’s a cold world when you only do for yourself
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| Give me more man, give me more
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| They’re always after my blood
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| They wanna drain every last drop from me
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| They wanna stomp on my heart
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| And tear me all apart
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| Until I’m breathing no more
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| They’re trying to rob me blind
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| They’re trying to steal my sanity lately
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| They wanna steal my peace
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| They wanna steal my soul
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| And leave me rotting in a hole
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| I come home from a hard day’s work
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| And it’s waiting for me in my living room
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| Eyes open, sit down with your hands up
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| This is a jack move
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| Be easy just give it up slow
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| Give it to me or I’ll give it unto you
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| You can’t fool with the golden rule
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| In a crowd that don’t play fair
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| They’re always after my blood
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| They wanna drain every last drop from me
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| They wanna stomp on my heart
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| And tear me all apart
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| Until I’m breathing no more
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| They’re trying to rob me blind
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| They’re trying to steal my sanity lately
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| They wanna steal my peace
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| They wanna steal my soul
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| And leave me rotting in a hole
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| They try to trick me on the TV
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| They try to get me on the radio
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| It’s all lies and they know it
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| How’d we forget the golden rule?
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| Billboards on the highway
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| Newspapers printing fiction
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| Rewriting our history
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| How’d we forget the golden rule?
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| It’s so easy
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| There’s nothing to it
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| How’d we forget the golden rule?
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| It’s so simple
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| It makes so much sense
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| How’d we forget the golden rule? |