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IDENTITY CRIME

Walking out
under night
keep your eyes down
but not in fright

Soldier boys are on maneuvers

Guns will aim
point target
open mouths will swallow
in this shaded market

Shadow dancing with a
nameless face
if you gotta fuck
there is a place

Bushes brush
trees they sway
vapid hands grope
for tender prey
In this jungle
the city hides
soldier boys cruising
for a sucking time

Hiding in the bushes
They're hiding in the bars
They're waiting for the pushing
Straight fucking in cars
Straight fucking in parked cars

Stay low
they shoot to thrill
don't come up no
passion's poison point
just might kill
You'll take it home
You'll die alone

It's a hot ride
summer time
Frustration mix
identity crime

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