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Oh it's payday, yes it's payday |
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I got my pay cheque from the man |
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There's not so many jobs that I can get these days |
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With these marks all over my hands |
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But I'm gonna take that cheque |
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I'm gonna head across the track |
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To the wrong side of this town |
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I'm gonna open the door |
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I'm gonna bask in the roar |
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Of that familiar buzzing needle sound |
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Because the ink in my skin |
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Where the needle went in |
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However many years ago |
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Has left marks on my arms |
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And they say who I am |
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Everywhere that I go |
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Some people have one and |
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Some have one that they're ashamed of |
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Most people think that we're fools |
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Some people don't get it and |
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Some people don't care |
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And some of us we have tattoos |
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Oh it's fading, yes it's fading |
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Some of the things that I believed back then |
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Yes my skin has started sagging and |
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The ink has started running |
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And I've got buddy tattoos with people |
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Who aren't friends |
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Oh I've even got black x's from when I was straight edge |
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So crack open a beer friends now |
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And let's make a pledge |
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If we had the luck to live our lives |
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A second time through we'd be sure to get the same tattoos |
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Because the ink in my skin |
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Where the needle went in |
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However many years ago |
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Has left marks on my arms |
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And they say who I am |
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Everywhere that I go |
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Some people have one and |
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Some have one that they're ashamed of |
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Most people think that we're fools |
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Some people don't get it and |
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Some people don't care |
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And some of us we have tattoos |
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We've got hearts for the lovers |
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And playing cards for the gamblers |
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Black flag bars for the punks |
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And sailing ships for the ramblers |
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We got skulls for the living |
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And the pain pays our dues |
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And some of us we have tattoos |
