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Back In N.Y.C.

 
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Back In N.Y.C. I see faces and traces of home back in New York City
So you think Im a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
The call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor.
Im the pitcher in the chain gang, we dont believe in pain
cos were only as strong, as the weakesst link in the chain.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, cos KI dont care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know its me thats hitting out and Im not full of sh*t.
I dont care who I hurt, I dont care who I do wrong.
This is your mess Im stuck in, I really dont belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go.

Youre sitting in your comfort you dont believe Im real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so Ill burn it to ash.
And Ive tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets.
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When youre out walking the streets with your mainline connection? connection.

As I cuddle the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
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