In Cut Throat Lane the chains were swinging. Iron boots with blades on
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springs were lancing. Silver dance. The ghetto ballerinas tiptoed,
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blasting. Rattlesnake Arena burning red black red black. The gutter
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snipeser gasped beneath their melting mask's that kept on smiling. Dead
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eyed. Dog's Breath. Choke! Rattlesnake Arena burning red black red black.
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The stakes were low, the winner takes a wall to lean on, scrawl his name
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on for a night. The story starts again.
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Rattlesnake Arena
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| The Legendary Pink Dots |
