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IDENTITY CRIME
Walking out
under night
keep your eyes down
but not in fright
Soldier boys are on maneuvers
Guns will aim
point target
open mouths will swallow
in this shaded market
Shadow dancing with a
nameless face
if you gotta fuck
there is a place
Bushes brush
trees they sway
vapid hands grope
for tender prey
In this jungle
the city hides
soldier boys cruising
for a sucking time
Hiding in the bushes
They're hiding in the bars
They're waiting for the pushing
Straight fucking in cars
Straight fucking in parked cars
Stay low
they shoot to thrill
don't come up no
passion's poison point
just might kill
You'll take it home
You'll die alone
It's a hot ride
summer time
Frustration mix
identity crime
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