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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Trouble At The Cup (something) boulevard is no place to be (something).... alright with me cant live alone, i gotta be free i hate my parents more than they hate me. schools and factories make me sick id rather stand here and sell my dick trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup theres a war on the boulevard were the enemy fucking white cars are watching me fucking pigs travel in pairs beat on my friends, nobody cops and sirens fill my life im sick of the pressure, im ready to fight. trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup i got no use for drugs, i never get high i wanna shoot a cop, i wanna see him die riots in the 60s were a whole lot of fun, when all these pigs forgot how to run wont take it any more stand by the edge, severe our ends trouble at the cup, trouble at the cup. Thanks to (liz lezburns) for correcting these lyrics. Dec 26, 2007 More lyrics:
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