This City Is Killing Me

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Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana


[Verse 1]
(Pat)

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Termites are eating my home, and squirrels laugh at me through the walls.
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I hate to admit it, but most days I wake up and follow the laws.
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And I used to dream my beliefs would lead me onto barricades with Molotovs,
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but mostly they lead me straight to a line at the post office to send zines to someone behind
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bars.

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Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana


[Verse 2]
(Ceschi)

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This city is killing me. Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all of my friends to go down.
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I walk down to Whaley and think of my fellow felons sleeping on overcrowded room grounds.
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My girlfriend can’t handle the life that I lead. So I wander around this country,
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sleep on couches, play shows for twenty kids, hoping they’ll house me. (Sorry I'm allergic to 
cats)

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Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana


[Verse 3]
(Pat)

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Some just talk a good game - I can’t even do that.
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Some just want to look cool - I don’t even wear black.
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Some just want an excuse for crime and destruction.
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          I’m too afraid to shoplift, because last time I got busted.


[Bridge]
(Ceschi)

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I can promise you this, Officer Smith: you don’t need to piss-test me or re-arrest me.
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I’m just playing these shows, I’m a law-abiding citizen.
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Please give me my license back. I no longer sell crack.
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I’m just 33, rapping, broke, trying my hardest to cope on the road. Almost all of my homies know
 that.

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Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana
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Na Na Na Na nanana nananana Na Na Na Na nanana nananana