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Take a trip take a ride |
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Through Darktown don't be shy |
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Gather by the clocktower take your seats |
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Glad you're here it's for keeps |
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Festering wounds from years gone by |
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Toxic waste you buried inside |
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In Darktown |
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Take a turn step on down |
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Through an alleyway you'll find |
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By the backstreet trash resides |
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The underworld you tried to hide |
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And from a dark corner where walls loom high |
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You'll hear the sound of a small child's cry |
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In Darktown |
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Legions of hate schools of fear |
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Proudly accomplished their mission here |
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A hidden agenda behind the eyes |
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For the gifted ones they most despised |
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They couldn't do it in the X-rated world |
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But presided over the boys and girls |
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In Darktown |
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It's all on camera it's all on film |
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On the couch in the shower |
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The stains are there still |
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Drink to the ones who dished out the marks |
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Rabid animals right from the start |
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It's happy hour shut the beasts away |
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Come along children it's time to play |
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In Darktown |
