| Rolling through a wasteland
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| I used to call my home
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| But someone stole this city
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| And claimed it as their own
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| I survived the Oslo sunset
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| On pills and alcohol
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| Knowing that tomorrow
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| The hammer’s gonna fall
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| So let the punishment fit the behind
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| I wear the badge, you do the time
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| Let the punishment fit the behind
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| My kinda justice, my kinda crime
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| I traded all my records
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| For soup held in a can
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| I sold my latest punchline
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| Thought the money made the man
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| I ended up humiliated
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| Down on bended knees
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| But the tables turned quickly baby
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| I was born to please
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| So let the punishment fit the behind
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| I wear the badge, you do the time
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| Let the punishment fit the behind
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| My kinda justice, my kinda crime
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| See me driving, Driving in my motor car
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| On a mission, searching for the darkest star
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| I find it at the very end of your spine
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| Carpe Noctum, Baby! |
| I’m gonna make you mine
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| So let the punishment fit the behind
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| I wear the badge, you do the time
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| Let the punishment fit the behind
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| My kinda justice, my kinda crime
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| So let the punishment fit the behind
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| I wear the badge, you do the time
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| Let the punishment fit the behind
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| My kinda justice, my kinda crime
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| Yeah, let the punishment fit the behind
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| Yeah, let the punishment fit the behind |