When you threw us out your house we didn't make no fuss
Now you come to our place and you wanna play?
Yes we're the brat sdangling off the jungle gym
And if you wanna ride the swings rich boy you're gonna hafta pay
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It's all a question of location
Knowing your kith and kin
Knowing your station
Your Daddy may own the town
But we own the playground
Tramp little dirt-clouds with your nice new shoes
Pick out pebbles from the nooks of your knees
You had to know that here you were gonna lose
On our turf we're careful to pick battles like these
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