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(
Spencer-R. Brewster)
Pickin' at a loose end, loose endpickin' at a loose endlivin' in a pig pen, start a new trend
Just like the real thing, real thingjust like the real thingfade into oblivion with a new friend
Eyes going zig-zagput him in a body bag
Pushin' in the neighbourhoodjust like ya momma knew you would
Poor little Kathleen, Kathleenpoor little Kathleenonly fifteen and caught in between
She wanna buy a sten gun, sten gunshe wanna buy a sten gunlearn to salute, ain't that obscene
Look like a new recruitcheaper than a prostitute
Pushin' in the neighbourhoodjust like ya momma knew you would
Act like a caveman, cavemanact like a cavemanswallow it up and start a new plan
Tight as a wet suit, wet suittight as a wet suitbutton it up with a broken hand
In through the steel gateup against a dead weighttryin' to make a clean breakjump before it's too late
Push! Shove!back down momma!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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