| There’s gonna be flashing lights, then you’re gonna make a phone call home.
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| Can you come down here and bail me out?
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| They say there’s a bottom,
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| it feels like you can forever just keep on falling
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| Over and over into the same gutter, face down.
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| And you’ll never own anything in this world!
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| You’ll never find and honest days work!
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| They can take away your home!
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| They can sue you for everything you own!
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| But you don’t have to surrender your soul!
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| You’ll find no sympathy,
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| sympathy for acting like a child,
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| after making decisions like you were a man.
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| And you’ll have to keep swinging.
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| OR you’ll have to put your own self forth.
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| Patch up the holes in your pants and
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| wake up by tomorrow morning!
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| And you’ll never own anything in this world!
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| You’ll never find and honest days work!
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| They can take away your home!
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| They can sue you for everything you own!
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| But you don’t have to surrender your soul!
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| No you don’t have to surrender your soul! |
| (soul)
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| Don’t surrender your soul…(soul) |