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Ain't got no action grip
Don't come with a full compliment of weapons
Get off your illin tip
I don't recognize anybody from around here anymore
And I don't want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
are we Middle class gangsters
Wasn't looking at your girlfriend
Didn't touch your Mustang
When I was
In the parking lot
What don't you comprehend
Well I'll speak slowly if your on something
Or faster if your not
And I don't want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
Are we middle class gangsters
So put on British steel
Curse today and
How you're feeling
Well everybody up and down my block
They used to matter when we used to rock
And I don't want to be your punching bag
Are we losing
Are we middle class gangsters
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