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Now's the time your visions and your shredsTurned out to be the cheap imported threadsThe flag reeled out in a cotton kiteFlying miles above the wheat lands in a single stripeThe Revolution came and the Revolution wentThe chemical rain left the message on the tentWanted: one man to lead a crusadePayment: a bullet on a big paradeDown in GangstervilleWhere any sane people already crawled under the houseYeah Gangsterville, the television is always thinking aboutReal people, especially when it's hungryFinal decisions are made by the clubAnd implemented by the shadow of a gloveAnd sitting in a coffeehouse reading wordsWe got popcorn salesmen for protection from the worldWent through extensive preparationsI learned all about the other nationsWhen freedom was defined as a word in a bookI learned if you're plugged into something then baby you're hookedInto GangstervilleI searched for a rose or some sweet juice of waterGangsterville, people are givingLetras de cancionesA black lady sobbed on a step--God bless the little bornOn the other hand, sitting next to a evil crewThey just got down from floor eighty-twoBeen selling Indian reservationsComing in looking for some jazz and a little libationsI like the same kind of beerI gotta get right out of hereI'm going to New Orleans--gonna buy me a prayerGonna call somebody from a call box thereHell this is GangstervilleBring your money to the shoreNo automatic weapons on the jettyOh Gangsterville, electro shields on the phalanxClub the Mayor in the streets, it's a chewable fecieMy kind, we are the worst kindGot enough shrinks working on usTo defy paralysis, identify analysisJust wanna hold my carburetor bibleSnapping to attention, eyes on the horizonKeep your filter clean, wipe the oil from your dreamsKeep our hopes pinned to the Southern CrossYou got to believe in something or you feel a sense of lossDown in GangstervillePelicans dying strangling on a six can strapGansterville shut off all the power burn out all the gasolineStop writing things on screens. From Letras Mania