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I took the stove jack off my smoke
I leaned back and I count my coke
I got approached by a city bloke
He talked bad but uh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With Tragedies and Turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled
Lost class in all 5 places
I don`t care what colour your face is
One day you`re gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money`s always gonna equal clouds
And you`re gonna have to scream and shout
Through the city of down and out

(Chorus Tim and Rob):
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

(Rob sing this):
Give me mine give me all that you`ve got
Take off your shoes and fork over the pot
I like your chain and I needn`t a watch
And your girl looks good, she could travel the block
It`s all here if you`re looking to score
I`m downtown San Pedro at four
Everything from the stem to the door
Then we hang `em all high for a few dollars more
I said I won`t but I bet that I will
So ? your clothes, I suggest that you chill
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain`t ready for drama
Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma
Ain`t cause I want to, it`s just that I`ve gotta
You know conscience is a motherfucker lock up your daughter

(Chorus Tim and Rob):
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

(Tim sing this):
And the television`s spewing hate
Talking bout the rise of crime ratings
Heard the broke state gonna say it
It`s all sinking now and we`re way too late
You let this wash it clean
In the heart of Washington
And if he`s looking in
What`s he gonna do about our machine

(Chorus Tim and Rob):
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

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