Tekst piosenki "We Dont Want the Poor in New York City"

We Dont Want the Poor in New York City

(Steele)

I come in, you throw me out
You leave me standing without a doubt
For what you're telling me ain't no use
'Cause all you're giving me is verbal abuse
What I'm hearing ain't no surprise
I'm getting sick of hearing all your lies
You don't listen, you don't see
Don't throw your verbal abuse at me
Verbal abuse, verbal abuse
Verbal abuse
What it does to me
I guess you don't see
You don't even care
This knife in my hand
Makes you understand
I can't take your verbal abuse no more!
Now you're lying in your bed
You ain't moving, it's like I said
Verbal abuse got to my head
Got you, now you're dead
Verbal abuse, verbal abuse
Verbal abuse
What it does to me
I guess you don't see
You don't even care
This knife in my hand
Makes you understand
I can't take your verbal abuse no more!

Inne teksty tego wykonawcy:

Elected	Eve of Destruction
Evening of Desire	Gimme Your Autograph
Hollywood Boulevard	I Dont Want to Go
I Want You Dead	In Eighty Four
Invisible Man	Lies
Misfit	My Kinda Town
Never Say Die	Nightmare
No Vices	Put Your Clothes Back On
Ratt Fink	Social Reason
The Way We Behave	Undead
Verbal Abuse	We Dont Want the Poor in New York City
When the Evening Comes

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