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I wake up tired and I wake up pissed |
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wonder how I ended up like this |
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I wonder why things happen like they do |
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but I don't wonder long cuz I got a show to do |
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I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T. |
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Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain't free |
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but I'm here to stay, at least another week or two |
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I can't die now cuz I got another show to do |
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Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief |
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Wit till I die for sympathy |
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Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two |
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I can't die now cuz I got another show to do |
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Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' |
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I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving |
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I can dance on my own grave, Thank You! |
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but I can't die now cuz I got another show |
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Some people keep saying I can't last long |
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but I got my bands I got my songs, |
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liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along |
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and I'm drunk and stubborn as they come |
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chain smoking, guitar picking, til I'm gone |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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I ain't got no political agenda |
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Ain't got no message for the youth of America |
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Except 'Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw' |
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And come see me next Friday cuz I got another show |
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Some people stop living long before they die |
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Work a dead end job just to scrape on by |
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but I keep living just to bend that note in two |
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and I can't die now cuz I got another show |