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Detroit Trash Bag
Molotov in hand, just cruising around
This RPG-7 makes a crazy sound
I'm sick of no money, and I'm sick of The truth
The psychedelic chaos, this sniper on my roof
Fooling on the turf of Iggy & Wayne
Peanut butter on my torso, kicking jams in my brain
In the Lee Plaza, white tigers run free
A liquidation meeting with Dr. Beef
Techno Techno, it's the Motor City
We're dancing to Derrick and Juan
We love to pogo, to the Touch and Go
But now all the daddies have gone
Used to work at Chrysler, but now we're none the wiser
Still running from Orangelawn
Speeding to Motown. Victoria slowdown
Wonder if this sound will catch on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's like Escape from New York, but bigger and better
Proud of our record as the danger centre
Paraphernalia in Zombieland
Inner City big fun when you take my hand
Sitting back to wait for my lottery
A one dollar home close to the Vanity
Cass Corridor where the moss grows wild
Oh, you've got a problem, problem child
Techno Techno, it's the Motor City
We're dancing to Derrick and Juan
We love to pogo, to the Touch and Go
But now all the daddies have gone
Used to work at Chrysler, but now we're none the wiser
Still running from Orangelawn
Speeding to Motown. Victoria slowdown
Wonder if this sound will catch on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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