Lifter Puller - Touch My Stuff lyrics

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i guess it starts with the sharks, i guess it gets to the jets<br />

i guess these bloods they can't stop bleeding<br />

the fighting started friendly enough, now everybody's makin love<br />

to guns and tons of biker drugs<br />

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we used to fight with our fists, we used to fight over chicks<br />

and we kissed at the flicks and people got pissed<br />

and they spit from the balcony<br />

these english majors wanna be some super genius novelists<br />

they end up music journalists, chicks ain't that into it<br />

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we are the troubadours and these are the news reports<br />

here we are in the holy war gettin lost in the liquor store<br />

makin love to hardwood floors, now we go into the 4/4<br />

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we did the black and the tans into the black and the blue<br />

we did the goats head soup into the tattoo you<br />

and the crazy fruity drinks you made, the grey goose and the gatorade<br />

the liquid tan and lemonade, made love to the waiting game <br />

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and the right brigade, that's the funny thing<br />

it ain't just a money thing it's a question of community<br />

the liberty, the exctasy, the love, the drugs, the unity<br />

and the busts they look just like the hey kool-aid commercial<br />

breakin down the walls and they're tippin over tables and it tastes great<br />

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i hate these strychnine shakes, looking for a closer<br />

clawin through the record crates, primpin like a poseur<br />

slippin through the subway grates, and you're tryin to get underground

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