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Hey don't look down it's not what it's cracked up to be No keep it together tight-rope walking in all kinds of weather New punks don't live in seventy-seven Not watching shadows on the wall About time for another invention No way the past has said it all Nothing nothing to hide we slave over our art and then we die Standing in the street thinking up lines like cut through prison walls with plastic knives New punks don't live in seventy-seven Not watching shadows on the wall About time for another invention No way the past has said it all From Letras Mania