| Well this is one place where
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| Your gods can’t dwell
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| It’s like walking in To the mouth of hell
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| Sweating our dignities out on the subway
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| At the beginning of another long, long day
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| As for my mortal remains
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| I couldn’t care
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| 'Cause when the day is done
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| She’ll be waiting here
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| That’s when I love the accommodations
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| In a urine smelling transit station
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| I’ll move these rocks
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| For you my love
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| I will tear them up out of the Earth
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| And I will bend my spine
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| 'Til it’s quitting time
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| 'Cause I know what your time is worth
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| And I’ll give my days to the Neanderthals
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| With the classic rock
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| And the wrecking ball
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| I’ll go swimming in the wet concrete
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| And I’ll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets
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| I don’t mind the mental atrophy
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| 'Cause when the lids come down, you’re all I see
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| You’re like a lovely hallucination
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| You get me through my current occupation
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| I’ll move these rocks
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| For you my love
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| I will tear them up out of the Earth
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| And I will bend my spine
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| 'Til it’s quitting time
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| 'Cause I know what your time is worth
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| See I’m towering
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| Above mortal men
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| I’ll emerge from the darkness
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| And there you stand
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| You’re the Queen of all the surface streets
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| I’m a wiener boy, that you’re here to meet
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| I don’t need the money
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| I couldn’t care
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| 'Cause everything I want is standing right here
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| I would live on the street
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| In a cardboard shack
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| Just the worship the feet
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| And the curve of your back
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| You’ll be my only preoccupation
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| On a permanent vacation
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| Now I will move these rocks
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| For you my love
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| I will tear them up out of the Earth
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| And I will bend my spine
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| 'Til it’s quitting time
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| 'Cause I know what your love is worth
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| What your love is worth
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| What your love is worth |