I'm a poor boy born in the rubble
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Some say my manners aint the best
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and some of my friends are in a little bit of trouble
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And some say i'm no better than the rest
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But tell your momma and your papa
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Sometimes , good guys dont wear white
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Everyday baby, I work hard
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and Its true at night , I spend a restless time
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But those rich kids and all that lazy money
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can't hold a candle to mine
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So tell your momma and your papa
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Sometimes good guys dont wear white
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Good guys, bad guys
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Which is which?
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The white collar worker
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Or the digger of the ditch?
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and who's to say who's the better man?
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when I've always done the best I can
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The bad with the dirty mind
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ah those messed up chicks
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of the changing times
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White Girls, and easy livin
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Can't replace the love that I've given
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So tell your momma and your papa
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Sometimes good guys dont wear white
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I mean to tell ya, you better tell your momma & your poppa somethin'
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I'll split off by myself and find myself another chick yeah, just a kiddin'
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You think those guys in white collars are better than I am baby
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then flake off
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Don't dig this hair , get yourself a crewcut baby
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I mean what I said [ fade out ]
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Good Guys Don't Wear White
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| Minor Threat |
