Back door sliders, narrow escapes
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Busted gray wall, greasy embrace
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Finances ailing, crawlin' down
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The rain slicked alleys, ain't no escape in this town
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Blood on the stone, blood on the rock
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Consumed with the passion, that only time could unlock
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One life wasted, another one gone
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The streets are on fire, and I'm calling you home
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Don't go there boy
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Juanita's daughter got her kicks in the streets
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And her mama's warning "you better duck the heat"
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She's got a concrete body with candy cane hair
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Razor balde business appearin' out of thin air
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Stars fallin' down, snow on the ground
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Chasin' the dragons all over the town
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The dream catcher's wagon, lurkin' to loom
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A one dance ducka, you know he's workin' the room
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Don't go there boy
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Preacher's on the corner wrapped in a heavenly light
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But noise of the chopper drowns the message tonight
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He says "you saucy senoritas take care where you swing
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Cause the lords of the boulevard don't owe you a thing."
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Don't go there boy
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy hoy
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Hoy Hoy
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| Little Feat |
