Finding A Golden Crown
You go straight, you go down
You go to a street, you always frown
You're using street jacket for a clown
She's wearing clothe party loose gown
A loose gang waif rampaging ghost town
Name of the place, store, food, etcetera, all noun
All these jerks are here just to find a golden crown.
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