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Попп Вильгельм Cherry Street

Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers head Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed Please don't shoot, God think of my kids You shut your yap ya dirty

street Kids on the street Kids on the street Kids on the street...yeah Oh, the kids on the street Oh, the kids on the street Oh, the kids on the street

Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns and his friends were all there

Thrilla in Manila, Frazier and Ali Can of olives bag of chips a case of Genosee Daddy's unemployment check is all we got I need a long sleeve helmet just

Thought I was strong it turned out I was wrong I lost a friend Three on a match again Three on a match again Looks like I lost a friend I'll never go

Hurt your pride staggered into bed And fell asleep by your side Gone all night numbing my brutality You sleep with your back to mine Vanity fair, vanity