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Well all the junkies they know my name
And every city looks the fking same
And the derelicts the street are all insane
And the sc*m surges up and theres no one to fking blame
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam youre done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done
All the prostitutes who run around midnight
And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight
Theyre all trying to find some fking hope for sale
But theres no fking way outta this hell
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done
Allegiance to sc*m promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, Acquaducts of blood, Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses
Game over it's no fun
Got me on the run
I'm gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, you're done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done
Yeah! You're fking done!