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Kiss Kiss Kill Kill (Roger Miret and the Disasters)

Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty? On the beat, cop'ers running the street Taking New York City away from me They want to rule my life! Wanna strip me of my beliefs Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap Paid my dues to this life I choose to live Nothings ever been free Nothings ever been given to me Those many nights I've felt insane, I don't need to justify I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories No substitutions, no sorry's Kiss me - Kill me.