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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #419 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "The Rape and Murder of !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: Katherine Genovese" !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: by -> AIDS 1/10/99 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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A MUSICAL PLAY in one small act.
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(The scene - A courtyard, urban New York street in front of an
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apartment building. The stage should be set up like this:
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Window Window
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Window Window
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Window Window
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Street
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Where each level of window is off the stage, and contains one
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member of the cast. The street level is the stage itself, where the
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rape and muder takes place. The windows are were the dialoge takes
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place.)
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(A scream off-stage. Enter Katherine Genovese and her
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attacker. Her attacker throws her to the ground, and begins to rape
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her. Lights turn on in all the windows, and the members of the cast
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move to them to see the action outside. They see the rape/murder going
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on and turn off their lights. However, their silouettes remain
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illuminated, allowing us to realize they are still watching the action
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like the ghouls and jackals they are.)
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(The attacker takes out his knife, and begins to stab
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Genovese brutally while still raping her. One of the silouttes,
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preferably a female one, puts her hand to her mouth in horror. But
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does nothing.)
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(The top left window lights up, and we see the apartment of
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Average Joe. It's tastefully decorated for a blue-color guy in the
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nineteen sixties.)
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(Joe's song is sung over the screams of Genovese, which are
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audible throughout the entire play and all the songs.)
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Joe:
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(verse)
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Well, now, I'm just your Average Joe.
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Breaking my back to earn some dough.
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I work all day, I sleep all night.
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Weekends come, I like beer and fights.
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I don't want any trouble no time,
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so I mind my business and commit no crime.
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(chorus)
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It ain't my fault she's getting raped.
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It ain't my fault the world isn't fair.
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I bet it's her low-cut blouse and mini-skirt;
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Maybe it's her long sultry hair.
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It ain't my fault she's getting raped.
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Now, I'm just the Average Joe.
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I'm not no Superman.
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Now her trouble ain't my trouble, though
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I wish they'd hurry and end the show,
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'cause I gotta use the can.
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(chorus)
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Oh, please, hurry up and stop!
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I can't hardly stand the pain!
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The piss'll be running down like rain!
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And the shit'll be doing a flop!
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Hurry and die!
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Hurry and die!
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(chorus)
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(The lights in Average Joe's apartment dim down to the previous
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silouette lighting, and the lights in the window next to his turn up.
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Concerned Mother take the stage, and sings her blessed heart out.)
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Mother:
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(verse)
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I certainly hope our children aren't exposed,
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No, to them, it most definitely should be closed!
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This is adult entertainment only
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And of such an indepth nature certainly uncommonly!
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Keep it away from their little eyes!
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This is for grown gals and guys!
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(chorus)
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Oh, I do love these violent things!
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But for our Children, no way, unnuhh!
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Stab her in the stomach, don't stop!
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Oh, all this blood and rape makes me pop!
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This show certainly features divine beings!
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(verse)
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Certainly, I love the fight scene!
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And the love scenes, they're really keen!
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But they're for us!
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For the children, I recommend "Toby, The Talking Bus!"
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Keep this to ourselves, and we'll never have to share
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or worry about their precious little minds being ensnared!
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(chorus)
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(verse)
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Some parents aren't as good as me!
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Don't keep their children under lock and key!
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So I do the job for them,
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I play the role of Mother hen.
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Blood and guts, that's for me!
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And not little Dorothy!
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(chorus)
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(Again, the lights dim, revealing the old silouette. The window
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directly beneath her lights up on the apartment of Crazed Sicko. The
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room is in disarray.)
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Sicko:
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(verse)
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I know that girl, know her real well!
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When I grabbed her ass, she told me to go to hell!
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Well, it serves the bitch right.
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Shouldn't have put up a fight.
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Could have been on a date with me tonight.
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Instead some guy is giving her an indepth tour of
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vivisection.
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Yeah, he's doing a real nice job of inspection.
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Well, I hope you enjoy it, whore!
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I hope your head likes that cement floor!
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Give her a thrust for me!
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(chorus)
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Oh, I hope you're happy now!
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Oh, I hope you're happy now!
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He's kicking your ass real hard!
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Raping you and stabbing you with a metal shard!
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Oh, I hope you're happy now!
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(verse)
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Kill her! Kill her! Show her death!
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I wonder if could have been my breath...
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Why did she reject me?
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Aren't I good enough for she?
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Well, doesn't matter now!
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Wouldn't never want to date a girl
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whose stomach is a gaping swirl
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of blood and flesh!
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Perhaps they'll put you back together with wire mesh!
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(chorus)
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(verse)
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Eat some death now, little slut!
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Why, why, oh why wouldn't you lick my walnut?
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Maybe I'll come down and get you after he's gone.
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Maybe I won't.
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I think I saw something like this in a porn.
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A lot of fun it was.
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Ah, screw you, I hope you die... just because!
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(chorus)
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(The same time-honored routine. The window next to sickos
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illuminates, and reveals Timid Geek. His apartment is impeccable.)
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Geek:
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(verse)
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Kitty, you're my friend.
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Stick together to the very end.
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We've laughed together, danced together,
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even talked about secret things together.
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But how, how can I go down there
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and help you? What if he sticks the knife here?
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Or here? Or here? Or anywhere on my body?
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Something I wouldn't like to hear, that melody.
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(chorus)
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Kitty, I want to save you!
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But, Kitty, I'm too scared!
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That huge man is much feared!
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Kitty I want to save you!
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But, Kitty, I'm much too scared!
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(verse)
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Oh, just hold on, till the police arrive!
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Oh, if you can only just stay alive!
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They'll help you, and I'll be pleased!
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Then my burden will be eased.
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I don't want to call them, however.
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In self-presevation, I'm a true believer!
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What if he found out I made the call?
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He'd nail me to the wall!
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(chorus)
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(verse)
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I'll miss you Kitty, I'll miss you dearly!
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I place a flower on your grave yearly!
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You've been a real good friend!
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But now, you've met the bitter end!
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I can tell by that huge pool of blood,
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that's becoming a big red flood,
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you're going to die soon!
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See you on the other side of the moon!
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(chorus)
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(the same. The window beneath him lights up and reveals Crime
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Oriented Old Woman. She sings her song.)
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Old Woman:
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(verse)
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What's this city coming to?
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When people get murdered in the street?
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Their blood gets on my shoe!
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And dirties my feet!
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What if it happened to me?
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Where would the police be?
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Oh dear me, the crime boggles the mind!
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It's an act against human kind!
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That poor girl, how badly I feel for her
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(chorus)
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This city is a pit!
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I really hate it!
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I'm scared in my own house!
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Like a little mouse!
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This city really is a pit!
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(verse)
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Murder and rape is just the least of it!
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Why do the police permit?
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They even stole my golden necklace!
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Broke in and took it right off my face!
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Thieves! They took my necklace!
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And stole everything else in the place!
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Everything I worked and slaved for!
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They wouldn't even let me talk to the prosecutor!
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Too busy for petty theft, they said!
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I'd like to smack his head!
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(chorus)
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(verse)
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My daughter was mugged the other night!
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Gave us such a fright!
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Getting so that girls can't even walk outside.
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No one has any more civic pride!
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No cares that these things happen!
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(chorus)
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(the same. The window next to her lights up and reveals Pissed
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Off T.V. Guy. The most prominent thing in his apartment is a huge
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television.)
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T.V. Guy:
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(verse)
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I wish she'd shut up!
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I want to watch the t.v.!
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I wish he'd speedup!
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Her screams are really starting to bother me!
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I can't hear what the t.v. is saying!
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I can't hear what the bands are playing!
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(chorus)
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Her screams piss me off!
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She's too loud!
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oh, great, now I've got to deal with her blood-choked coughs!
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Of my t.v., I'm really proud!
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Too bad I can't hear it over this wailing whore!
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I'd like to break her head on the floor!
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #419, WRITTEN BY: AIDS - 1/10/99 !!
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