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Cherry Poppin' Daddies Kids On The Street Cosa Nostra Lead pipe slammed in a storekeeper's head Looks like spaghetti decomposin in bed Please don't shoot, god think of my kids You shut your yap you dirty piece of shit We're cosa nostra cosa nostra A greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stage Outside they bother you for money Just goin' along for the boss everyday so matter a fact when she sucks him Do like the animals do I hear the maggots have chewed who you most loved How they've come for you It takes some pressure to make a diamond It takes some losin' to win a soul It takes a bleak house to run away from It takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of you Shouldn't of dropped out of school to the bus tub Are you unloved Make the most of Make the most of what's still left of you |
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