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Dope me up on women and credit cards

Promise x-ray vision and fancy cars

The table’s set for the bourgeoisie

Better get in line with your dinner tray

‘cause when it’s all ran out and it’s just you left

With the nut job swigging his crystal meth

And there’s a constant ring of machinery

Is there a place for me in history?

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