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Oh it ain't so sweet in the backseat
Behind that eight ball
Where everyone's on auto repeat
And always at war
There's nothing left here only deceit
As you take the fall
This all didn't have to be your fate
Taking all you adore
Easy, easy street, easy street
It's gonna rake ya; it's gonna break ya
Yeah leaving ya nothing, nothing
But a whore and dirt, dirt poor
Easy, easy street, easy street
You’ll be a big star with a fancy car
Yeah thinking ya got far, thinking
But it'll rip ya the core
Everything was just an illusion
As your heeding the call
Into a state of pure confusion
Like you made some score
Never seeing that hairline fracture
That was all too small
But turned into a major rapture
That you couldn’t ignore
If it's easy street ya want all ya gotta do is flaunt
On an empty tour seeking fame galore
Why couldn't we see?
Why couldn't we let it all just be?
Here acting all nonchalant where all ya do is taunt
Down on the floor
On all fours worse off than before
Down that road of sure defeat’s no treat
Oh yeah all in all
Hitting the back street for a box seat
Nothing left to restore
Such a sorry state of listless hate
That's all you recall
Where you always have to take the bait
To that vacant shore
Easy, easy street, easy street
It's gonna rake ya; it's gonna break ya
Yeah leaving ya nothing, nothing
But a whore and dirt, dirt poor
Easy, easy street, easy street
You'll be a big star with a fancy car
Yeah thinking ya got far, thinking
But it'll rip ya the core
Easy, easy street, easy street
It's gonna rake ya; it's gonna break ya
Yeah leaving ya nothing, nothing
But a whore and dirt, dirt poor
Easy, easy street, easy street
It's gonna rake ya; it's gonna break ya
Easy, easy street, easy street
It's gonna rake ya; it's gonna break ya
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ON AND ON
