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The end is near, the signs are clear
The alley cats have disappeared
They foresee the wrecking ball
Our sacred halls, they all will fall
I'll bid farewell to this noble booth
Take my headphones off and raise my glass to
Hotspur Massacre, double pleasure
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson's
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
The peep show lovelies at the pussycat palace
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
They're comin' here to cleanse our souls
With dynamite blasts leavin' deep, deep holes
Say goodbye to you dealer, you pimps and freaks
There's real folks now comin' through our streets
Say goodbye to a world of fun, shocking violence
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Put a quarter in the slot and your dreams come true
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Life, life, life, triple x
The boy on the corner with his Marilyn dress
The warmth in the subway is getting colder
This junk dog's heart beats a little slower
Now they're telling me which songs to play
It's time for me to just fade away
Hotspur Massacre, double pleasure
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson's
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
The peep show lovelies at the pussycat palace
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Life, life, life, triple x
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Put a quarter in the slot and your dreams come true
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