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Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground |
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For the people who don't deserve it now |
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It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown |
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Every bit of something we call home |
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Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class holden mass |
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We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter |
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They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope |
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But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope |
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We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens |
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Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans |
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It's all the same, we're out in the cold |
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The good ones died, the others just got old |
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Everything's set, everything's fine |
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You just got to stand in line |
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Oh everything's set, everything's fine |
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You just got to stand in line |
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Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now |
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Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down |
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So goodbye to the creeps who are making it |
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Goodbye to the let it happen stand |
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I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout |
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They never ever listen to the man |
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(moginie/hirst/rotsey/garrett) |
