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Well the fires are tended |
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And my blood it just boils |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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And the fruits of hard labor |
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Have been drowned in snake oil |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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The dead are thin |
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Their houses fat |
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Once you steal you can't give back |
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From the scaffold greed explodes |
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Down to nothing |
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Down where nothing brings you down |
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Well we've all been to heaven |
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And we've all been to hell |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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And the door-to-door salesmen there |
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Have nothing left to sell |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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And the poison you choose |
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Is the source of my confusion |
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And I spend all my time |
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Trying to figure what you're using |
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Well the bones of contention |
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Are at the top of your stairs |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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And they'll shake and they'll rattle |
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'Til somebody cares |
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(Hey there pass your hat) |
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The dead are thin |
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Their houses fat |
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Once you steal you can't give back |
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From the scaffold greed explodes |
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Down to nothing |
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Down where nothing brings you down |
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And the poison you choose |
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Is the source of my confusion |
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And I spend all my time |
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Trying to figure what you're using |
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Please pass your hat X5 |
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Won't you pass your hat |
