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Well, the crooks are out
And the streets are gray
You know I wouldn't have it
Any other way
Your mother's words
They're ringing still
But your mother don't
Pay our bills
A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his Maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born
Straight into his Maker's arms
