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9th and pine |
pale punks, modular mods hungry hipsters jazz snobs on and off the streets i watch solo sometimes mostly not along the side bums jack off watching women blush and scoff guitar shop crack man sells me strings silver wrapped up twined up things hot shit music man plays me some he's in it for the fags and rum altruistic fragalistic the bum get's beaten with some stick lights turn on, rats come out every minute someone shouts where's my mind where's my car |