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In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the Boast again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to Boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and There's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty
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What I'd like to hear desert people's history
Not the styles of strategic combat
We could lose our bent we hear about
They weren't the ones to get it in the neck
Fighting it out for some other's causes
They're invisible they didn't exist!
History's bunk our government
In the future will they make more junk?
What I'd like to hear tales of people's history
Fighting it out for some other's causes
They're invisible they didn't exist!
There are no lessons in the past x6
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(I need a cheeseburger to go)
I move from one place to the next
I hope they keep down the price of gas
I shoot fast while you're talking dollars
see how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
high numbers, low numbers, 8 ball break
the last cent is coming out of his head
to be honest or a son like his own
and all this changed, we're sure of the rides
the old country's in the back of his mind
I hope his home is somewhere you go to sleep
high numbers, low numbers, 8 ball break
no classes in the u s of a
improve yourself the choice is yours
work at your job, you can make it pay
make friends quick, buy them beer
you never know when you're gonna lose them
high numbers, low numbers, 8 ball break
I'm at the wheel of the company truck
on the road and all alone
sometimes I think "money is my only goal"
it makes me sad
work on up another four miles
coffee, fries and a cheeseburger
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This wheel spins letting me off
It's not the lack of trying
Can't put my finger on it
You can't help being hard up
Can't trust the gods we trusted
Don't think that's any insurance
Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time
This wheel spins letting me off
These doubts and nagging worries
Nothing to work towards
This demon on my back
Preaches the razors cut
The hope that does not fade
Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time
This wheel spins letting me off
It's not the lack of trying
Can't put my finger on it
You can't help being hard up
Can't trust the gods we trusted
Don't think that's any insurance
Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time
Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time
What we want's not what we get
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