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Well, I was raised in the street A city boy if you please I probably forgot more, than you'll ever be No doubt about it You gotta (bop?) down, down the street Hey! You afraid of those creeps? Guardian angles are what we need New York city police are so sweet In cold blood In cold blood Well you probably think I'm pretty mad Just because I like it down there Well don't you worry dear You'll never end up dead In cold blood Well no one here gets out alive Living here its suicide Avenue A you might survive Riverton you'll finally die In cold blood In cold blood |