She's solid door immigrant, head through a thin wall A frail hooker, holding a corner walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down laugh hysterically and then he spread around On Hoover Street, then he must be alone The precious little the kid cast the woes Of an authority girl she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in the head You see poor Mario, he caught a hot one, through the lung. Now he's done so god bless him. And the cocaine moves through their system, like a river forever winding To the last party of the under class Just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale You either get out and die or go to jail. And your best intentions splinter and fail and a few weeks of promises and intentions fail. It's a glass-pipe murder. It's a glass-pipe murder. Oh Yeah. It's a glass-pipe murder. It's a glass-pipe murder. OOOHHH Yeah They kick a bottle of beer and a letter simple things made Mario feel better. You see it falls on you and it falls on me self-annihilation, catastrophe. Two packs of cigarettes for $2.70 and a bottle of wine that's been opened. And he said, why do I do this. A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC Not encouraging reality or me. He said it's who I am being back to it. Off the deep end the record changed You see, no one stood up and cheered for him. Everyone sat down with something that happened. Began, to happen. It's an old school dorm mystery and the handcuffs bleed... It's a glass-pipe murder. It's a glass-pipe murder. Oh Yeah. It's a glass-pipe murder. It's a glass-pipe murder. OOOHHH Yeah Who was the killer.... it's in the...
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