| Alright
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| Here comes daddy with the strap again, toward my backside with the boggled end
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| Sing it — yeah, yeah, yeah — life’s a bitch, yeah
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| He said I’ll teach you something by the back of my hand
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| School can’t teach you how to fight like a man
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| Sing it — yeah, yeah, yeah — life’s a bitch
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| I can hear myself screamin’at the backdoor, yeah
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| An’I’m numb from the hitting, can’t take no more, I can’t take no more
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| Poor man poor, rich man rich, hang on baby, 'cos life’s a bitch
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| My old man waits up, it’s a quarter to three
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| Smells my breath as he’s talking to me Sing it — yeah, yeah, yeah — life’s a bitch
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| Here comes mama with the golden rule
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| Sayin’me and the boys are just dreamin’fools, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| An’I catch myself dreamin’of the wild side, yeah
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| And life’s wheels are spinnin', gonna be one bumpy ride, oh yeah
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| Poor man poor, rich man rich, hang on baby, 'cos life’s a bitch
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| One step up, two in the ditch, hang on baby, 'cos life’s a bitch
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| Yes it is!
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| Yeah, life’s a bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah! |
| Life’s a bitch, yeah, life’s a bitch, yeah… |