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There is a place
In our streets
Where the slime of world resides
I feel my self as putrid
As the ones who kill my annihilation

Rich are the richest
And poor still the same
But I'm already ready
For explode and strat the fight

I don't have any friends
But I have a shoutgun
So you better run away
Or I will spill your blood today

To much empty bottles
Emptiness behind those
My conscience will prevail
Over the bullets that'll explode your head
I will clean the trash of the world
With every shot I'll make
My shotgun it's loaded
So get away

I don't have any friends
But I have a shoutgun
So you better run away
Or I will spill your blood today

I am the hobo with a shotgun

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