Cold concrete apartments rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses of the long-gone age of privacy

It takes a scary kind of illness to design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall of video games and fast food chains
One by one, the little houses are bricked up and condemned
subtle hint to move before the rats move in

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Those new kids at school seem cool, but dad says not to talk to them
Stick to your old friends, they're not our kind, so now there's lots of fights

So many people I [bad word] of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can't create so they just destroy, [bad word] on, let's set someone's dog on fire"
Empty plastic culture slum, suburbia is a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs we thought we'd left behind

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Kids at school are taking sides 
Along color and uniform lines
My dad's gone and bought a gun
He says he's fed up with the crime in this town

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I hope I'm gone before it explodes

I linger late at night waiting for the bus
No amount of neon jazz could hide the oozing vibes of death

My dad's a vigilante now, he's bringing home these weird [bad word] friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV when Kojak's on
Or the guy who shows off his sub-machine gun to his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends
Whose sense of pride and hope is being in the police reserve

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Could be everywhere
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