| Down in the basement wondering where the money went
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| I get no insurance, can’t afford to pay the rent
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| Outside creditors banging on the front door
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| It’s easy when you’re rich, poor ain’t gotta future
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| I’m sick and tired of being pushed around
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| I ain’t gonna take this lying down
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| I’m up and running
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| World sitting on a fence, greed and ignorance
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| Nothing making any sense, they tamper with the evidence
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| Living on the outside, never looking in
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| All beef and body work, no imagination
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| I’m sorry if the wine ain’t to your taste
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| Maybe there’s just a hint of sour grapes
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| I’m up and running
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| I still got a screw loose, agony when not in use
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| I think I need another boost
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| O' Mott the Hoople juice, I still got the legs
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| Tyrants, despots, techies hit the jackpot
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| 100 dollar robots take all the jobs we got
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| People making money out of other people misery
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| If I’m going down, I’m going to take you with me
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| You only know what you’re supposed to know
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| And things are smelling bad on rotten row
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| I’m up and running |