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Text: Gluecifer. Rip-Off Strasse.

Big plate tell me, where?s my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
You got big words 'bout a little plan
A little boy with a card that says 'Man'

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat

You got a big glass but it?s filled up with ice
You order grand then you eat by the slice
They got the sign but they ain't got the goods
Oh, like a seven inch record at an LP price

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here

I know you, you got your house down on rip off street
And I know you, you got them dancin' to the rip off beat
Well, I know you, you walk around on your rip off feet
I?m tellin' you baby, I?m gonna give you some heat

Show me that rip off feet
[Incomprehensible]

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat

And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here