Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards - The Kids Are Quiet On Sharmon Palms

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YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN
YOU CAN'T BREAK, CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN
YOU CAN'T BREAK, ME DOWN
YOU CAN'T BREAK (nah nah nah nah nah nah)
CAN'T BREAK ME DOWN

sun sets on the west side, palm trees block the moon
renegades with switchblades, the end is coming soon
over the car in shackles, breath stinks of napalm
itchy trigger finger and i'm reaching for his gun

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baseball bats swinging, shotguns cut through wood
boys are coming up, we run my neighborhood
it's time to meet your maker, i'm no messenger of god
these kids ain't quiet, these kids on sharmon palms

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"you better watch yourself, it's getting hot around here,
you better look over your shoulder man....YEAH!"

welfare checks are coming, only way to survive
cocaine reps are running, now you gotta stay alive
son you've been mistaken, this is not where you belong
i looked at him right in his eye and said-
that's where your fucking wrong!

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