Lyrics:
right through me, I'll be Here Cigarettes and dirt That's how the street smells here Me and my fellow mutterers crowd around The cross walk A man in
the torture you administered We’re stocked up on all you types Putterers and troglodytes Mutterers of pulled punchlines Crabs by the bucket without much bite
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