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(strummer/jones) |
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I searched through the drinkers |
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Each propped over his glass |
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I ran through each bar |
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Until i found guy at last |
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Guy you've been to the doctor |
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No i don't think it wise |
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Took one of his pills |
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Boiled the blood in my eyes. |
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When you played the master mix |
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To the company man |
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Took three million worldwide |
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To make him understand |
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You don't work for peanuts |
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But they'll push you too |
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It's that company trick |
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We're all jumping through |
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Bet you ain't had no food now |
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Since you last went to sleep |
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The wild seed that was sowed |
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Will take forever to reap. |
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What days and nights though |
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Rocking out of ham yard |
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Oh skip that fandango |
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Bring the blues back down hard |
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Though chuck would never admit it |
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At the door of the jail |
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There stood guy stevens |
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And he was waving the bail. |
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Guy you've finished the booze |
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And you run out of speed |
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But the wild side of life |
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Is the one that we need. |
