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 So cold, it's colder than the night beforeTold you yesterday seems like a life ago
 Sold you anything he finds and steals
 They stole his mind, and it sits in a jar with the feds
 He misbehaves
 It must be his mother's fault
 Rat race just past him on by
 Hold him down
 He acts like a lunatic
 Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail
 Grow, growing more paranoid and insane
 He's a homeless millionaire with a tale
 One more, one more dime so he can get some rocks
 Bold, hustling tourists in the parking lot
 He misbehaves
 It must be his mother's fault
 Rat race just past him on by
 Hold him down
 He acts like a lunatic
 Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail
 Well he don't look so good today
 Staring through the cars at the
 Window across the street
 Eyes crazed, wild, glazed
 The police come they're gonna shake him down
 He misbehaves
 It must be his mother's fault
 Rat race just past him on by
 Hold him down
 He acts like a lunatic
 Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail
 
 
		
		
	
 
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