.Line them up, dose them, one by one,
A backstreet bar brawl,
Where he stirs the shit, but keeps his hands clean.
His pockets are filled with green, his boys ensure that,
He leaves, and leaves them sitting in the dirt.
Crying out.
Crying out.
Why do they congregate behind.
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