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Sick Of It All Based On A True Story

Tommy Rat, Brendan?s on the door Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy?s Law Time - like a thief in the night Blink your eyes and it?s gone Change - after all

It was the usual crowd growing up All good, all bad, ALL UGLY They were like brothers ?cause we all felt the same The future tore them away Born with

it is The smiling face, the kind expression Bringing hope to the demoralized GOOD COP Could there be a useful change A better future Is it just a clever

AS SHE?S STANDING Even though our nerves are frayed WE WON?T GIVE UP THE GHOST Keep on through thick and thin LONG AS SHE?S STANDING We have something on

such a pity, how deadly simple words can be People misguided, nearsighted, can be molded like clay Pity, we can?t break free, this prison of the mind It

for our time Waiting for our time Waiting for our time, our time in the sun A dollar and a dream, seems more like a scheme! Won?t put food on the table It

he a blood? Is he a crip? Is he that? Is he this? Did he do it? You know uhh Look If I shoot you I'm brainless Different toilet, same shit and I'm sick

up ain't it? I shoulda known better, and I planned to but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle I sat back and watched it, put

a failure or a success story On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city