| Paper, iron, won’t buy eden
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| Working for paper and for iron
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| Work for the right to keep my tie on
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| Working for paper and for iron
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| Work for the unicorn and lion
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| I pray the kids aren’t starving
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| No chicken for the sunday carving
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| I’ll stay for one more farthing
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| I take home my notes and coins every week
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| I’m told I’m worth much more
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| But the church says turn the other cheek
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| The other cheek
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| Paper, iron, won’t buy eden
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| I know the family needs me
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| Can’t moan, the factory feeds me
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| Won’t bite the hand that bleeds me
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| I take home my notes and coins every week
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| I’ll inherit the earth I’m told
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| But the church says to remain this meek
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| Remain this meek
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| I’m still a proud man
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| Won’t show anybody else my wage
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| A blend in the crowd man
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| Is this anybody’s golden age
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| Is this anybody’s golden age
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| Is this anybody’s golden age
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| Or am I dreaming of a golden cage
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| La la lo it’s paper
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| La la lo it’s iron
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| La la lo just paper
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| La la lo just iron |