| Living underground with a vent above my head
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| Sewage leaks down with a taste of ignorance
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| People walk by you’re invisible to their eyes
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| No one even cares
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| Someone once told me that I would be happy
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| Some day, some time, some place in my mind
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| But school was wrong once again it’ll always be
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| Look what it got me, look what it got me
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| There’s a corporate mothafucka with a P.O. |
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| And a homeless man with his dirty gray socks
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| This great young man got The red white and blue
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| Just because he got lucky stealing cash from you
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| In This life you’ve gotta struggle to survive
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| It’s the upper classes choice whether you live or die
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| They’re always dropping the dime just reel you in
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| You’re a victim to their systems politicians that are fishing your fins
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| On the Street, tonight
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| No money no food
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| Just alone with this old street light
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| This lonely road
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| Leads back to the same old place
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| I wish I had a home
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| Working dead end jobs but I know that will be fine
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| Chasing after dreams once again we fell behind
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| We’re not gonna serve were just trying to get by
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| The rich are getting rich as we’ve all been tossed aside
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| Now it’s time to go to sleep and say my prayers
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| I thank the lord for never being there
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| But god is dead he has forgotten me
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| Look what it got me look what it got me
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| There’s a corporate mothafucka buying all these stocks
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| And a dirty old man begging for some rocks
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| And were not gonna change the way it has to be
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| Were scum of the earth as upperclass can see
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| And thats the way our cards were dealt
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| The chips are stacked but we fold in doubt
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| And no matter how much they bring us down
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| We’ll still be here fuckin up their town
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| As we
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| All fall down
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| Down the alleyway
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| Wel-come home |