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Organized Crime
03:42
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Woah oh oh,
We're blowing up the system
Cause I don't think I can take it anymore
Woah oh oh,
Nobody will resist em
No one knows what we're fighting for
Organized Crime
is dressed in suits and ties
Nobody could give a shit
Whether you live, or if you die
And I don't know why,
But we just toe the party line
Choose your own adventure
Toward until the end of time
Woah oh oh,
When there is no "ifs" or "buts"
We can find a place where we finally feel at home
Woah oh oh,
When we feel we've had enough,
We might survive this Stockholm Syndrome
Organized Crime
is played on every side
Nobody could give a shit
Whether you live, or if you die
And I don't know why
We put our trust in all these guys
Choose your own adventure
Propel us to the end of time
And I don't wanna see what this looks like
When we're able to figure it out
Led us into disaster
So make up a good excuse
For all of these bastards
All of these bastards x2
Time to bow down and comply!
Organized Crime
is dressed in suits and ties
Good luck getting ahead
When your boss is so uptight
And I don't know why,
but we're committing suicide
Choose your own adventure
Onward to the end of time!
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Against All Odds
03:00
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How can I just let you walk away?
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath
With you? Ooh, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave?
‘Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So, take a look at me now
Well, there's just an empty space
And there's nothin' left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Ooh, take a look at me now
Well, there's just an empty space
And you comin' back to me is against the odds
And that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So, take a look at me now
Well, there's just an empty space
And there's nothin' left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Now, take a look at me now
‘Cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you is all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now
‘Cause I'll still be standin' here
And you comin' back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've gotta take
Take a look at me now
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Mad Crab & The Dancing Lobsters Jersey City, New Jersey
Wretched populism in the form of punk rock
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