| The end is near the signs are clear
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| The alley cats have disappeared
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| They foresee the wrecking balls
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| Our sacred halls, they all will fall
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| Bid farewell to this noble booth
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| Take my headphones off and raise my glass to
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| Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| They’re coming here to cleanse our souls
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| With dynamite blasts leaving deep deep holes
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| Say goodbye to your dealer, your pimps and freaks
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| There’s real folks now comin' through our streets
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| Say goodbye to:
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| A world of fun, shocking violence
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| For twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| Put your quarter in the slot
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| And your dreams come true
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| Live live live triple X
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| The boy on the corner with his Marilyn dress
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| Warmth in the subway is getting colder
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| This junk dog’s heart beats a little slower
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| Now they’re telling me which songs to play
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| It’s time for me to just fade away
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| Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson
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| The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace
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| Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
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| Put your quarter in the slot and your dreams come true |