18 lyrics for "Walkin' the streets"

We are on the march of the damned Of the damned March of the damned Can't stop us They don't know why Can't hurt us We'll never die We're walking, the streets
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I would love to bring you home I need a quick drink more volume for the beat I see the cats are playing dice It's 7 in the morning and you lost all your money To a fat lady singing boogie woogie chili honey I've been walking the streets again But it's
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Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your
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When that question comes to find you Don't deny you never ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell Lowly deserter, sing that old song And sing a new one for the men Still in battle, far from heaven Raise your voice
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Wanna way out Ghetto walkin' (Ghetto walkin') Streets to find me (Streets to find me) Devil's watching (Devil's watching) They can't hold me down When I was young Nobody told me, don't fall for traps Good will hunt it Now I'm old, in this game
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
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"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra
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See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that
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Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your
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