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In the subways the creatures crawl to the sound of music

Of hunger and pain

Urban wasteland of human suffering

The new disease

Microchips in your brain

[Bridge]

You got the money

We got the muscle

You call it murder

Well it's just another hustle

Is this murder or some high street funky hustle

[Chorus]

Blackhearts and jaded spades

Street rats and jungle raids

Blackhearts and jaded spades

Hot shots in mirror shades

Run for cover my gypsy lover

Your fatal kiss burns like fire and flame

Called survival and you're my rival

No shotgun wedding will save you the shame