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London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain, ****ed up again
In a rage against the machine again, taking our teens again
When will it end?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
High top, low fade, rolling up the grade, yeah
High risk, low pay, he smokes it all away
Don't give a ****, so he walks with a light step, yeah
Suburban boredom's the cause of the violence, he's used to the sirens
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain, ****ed up again
In a rage
London Town raised
Purple haze in his brain, ****ed up again
In a rage
Coors Light, cigarettes, looks a mess
Short hair, stinky breath, teacher says he's worthless, yeah
He laughs at the pain, cold blood stains of what remains
He prays and asks for a change, but won't look him the face, ooh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la
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