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Down in the basement wondering where the money went |
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I get no insurance, can't afford to pay the rent |
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Outside creditors banging on the front door |
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It's easy when you're rich, poor ain't gotta future |
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I'm sick and tired of being pushed around |
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I ain't gonna take this lying down |
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I'm up and running |
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World sitting on a fence, greed and ignorance |
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Nothing making any sense, they tamper with the evidence |
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Living on the outside, never looking in |
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All beef and body work, no imagination |
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I'm sorry if the wine ain't to your taste |
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Maybe there's just a hint of sour grapes |
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I'm up and running |
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I still got a screw loose, agony when not in use |
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I think I need another boost |
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O' Mott the Hoople juice, I still got the legs |
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Tyrants, despots, techies hit the jackpot |
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100 dollar robots take all the jobs we got |
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People making money out of other people misery |
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If I'm going down, I'm going to take you with me |
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You only know what you're supposed to know |
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And things are smelling bad on rotten row |
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I'm up and running |
