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And this is for the questions
That don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the 40s and the chicks with beepers
The northern lights and the southern comfort
And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heroes in the methadone clinics
All you bastards in the I.R.S., for the crooked cops
And cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all trickin' out in hollywood

And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good
and it's all in fun
So get in the pit and try to love someone!

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For the time bombs tickin' and the heads they hang
All the gangs gettin' money
and the heads that Bang-Bang
Wild mustangs, the porno flicks,
all my homies in the county in cellblock 6
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for D.B. Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
So get in the pit and try to love someone

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Love...and
For the hate
For the peace
war...

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