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I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square

A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to pay back syndication

A fist ??? and his backstreet education

The 8-ball stops him low

Demonstrations show

It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah

I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insides, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The clockers(?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear

To rob us for some different ??? places no one near

The tension begins to grow

like stalin thought so

He ??? yeah

I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insides, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!

ah no!!!

Ah no no no no!!!

I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square

A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar

His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar

He act so (?apropos?) ??? stall

He makes his point then jumps in

joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)

I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insides, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!

Ah no!!!

Ah no no no no

I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square

A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere

Yeah!!!

You see I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insides, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here