Things are getting mean
and I'm getting upset.
I think I'll go and train
some bloodthirsty pets.

I prowl your streets
and your alleyways,
watchin' all your souls
so deep and depraved.

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Hey hey hey hey.
Hey hey hey.
You've only got the robot devil to pay.
He owns your soul to your dying day.

I hit you in the front
and I hit you in the back.
Things are gone get wreck
when I get back.

Y'all's been chewing
on my power couplings.
Rock comes in pills
in six to a dozen.

Chorus

Dreaming 'bout the things
in the New York Met,
while ridin' high class hos
in the upper west

Stickin' to my guns
in a world come undone.
Burnin' brighter than the sun
with crime thats such fun.

Chorus