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This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there |
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And i think i know who you are |
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I got to get a job |
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Got to get some pay |
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My son's gotta go to art school |
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He's leaving in three days |
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And the tv's in esperanto* |
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You know that that's a bitch |
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But alienation's for the rich |
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And i'm feeling poorer every day |
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Hey hey hey |
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Well i ain't feeling happy |
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About the state of things in my life |
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But i'm working to make it better |
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With a six of miller high life |
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Just drinking and a-driving |
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Making sure my dues get paid |
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Because alienation's for the rich |
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And i'm feeling poorer every day |
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Hey hey hey |
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Well i ain't feeling happy |
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About the state of things in my life |
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But i'm working to make it better |
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With a six of miller high life |
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Just drinking and a-driving |
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Making sure my dues get paid |
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Because alienation's for the rich |
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And i'm feeling poorer every day |
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Hey hey hey |
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Hey hey hey |
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Hey hey hey |