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Ike Reilly Salesmen and Racists Angels and Whores (I wanna know what the fuck's goin on) What? (One, two, three) All the pretty girls call my home They say what you doin? Where ya goin? What ya singin? What's your song? I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they whores? But I don't look much like that anymore Ridin in my Crown Vic Outta school, Half-lit Stop, search, weed, take-down Cop's such a little bitch Lip off, the limp dick Hey mother fucker kiss the ground (Chorus) I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they whores? But I don't look much like that anymore I'm gonna take the things I loved (yeah yeah) I'm gonna take all the things that I fucked up (yeah yeah) I was wrong Children I belong...Children I belong... Children (children) Children (children) Children I belong to you Yeah yeah you (yeah yeah you) (x3) All my pretty gay friends call my name They say where ya been? You cleaned up You're lookin good Where ya playin? Crosstown, Downstate, Eastside Bowry Playin for the pussy and the saps Money undressed me and money molest me As the suburbs set the punk off of my lap (Chorus) |
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