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We're outta control. We're outta our minds. Breakin' bottles, Bustin' glass, hell-bent and hog-wild. You wonder where we're comin' from? I don't fuckin' know. This town is brain dead. Sniffin' glue and movin' slow. But we ain't in no rush. To get nowhere fast We're KLU Cutting loose, Drinkin' coke and kicking ass From Letras Mania