Well you greet the tokens and stamps Beneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining ta!
You sleep with electric guitars Range rovin' with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's 40 different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining? ta!
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