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(D. Gutter)I heard the doctors on the streetwho say their prescription's greatsend my condolences to the kid who springsto buy his brand new brainyou'll be big on the streets with friendsbetter steal some money or you're alone againyour hopes and dreams are like a beachwhere water has dried to sand
Your colors have all gone awaycolors of discipline white to grayyour vision will be black someday your ambitions will be lax somedaylike a dog lets rub your nose in the mess that you madehow about your kennel for a couple of daysit's yourself that you playedscratch past the scab over the wound that you made
It won't go clean, so you just let it bleedyou may have destroyed the flowerbut you still have got the seed-chorus-
If I had the time to give you a piece of my mind
I'd kick you out of my lifebut just the same with your fameyour friends may think you're greatyour friends are the ones with the sharpest haircutsand guns and they'll beat me up if I'm not the right punkin the right club today-chorus-
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