.Well its nineteen ninety seven just about a quarter past eleven
Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll
The citgo sign with its neon fire is fryin' all the suits
While they're snortin' business up their nose we're scuffin' up our boots
The downtown beat pours onto the street of.
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