| Got my irons in the fire down in Texas
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| Got a toe hold in Tennessee
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| Got my foot in the door of that California Store
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| Now I’m up to my ears in me Don’t be concerned if the song sounds familiar
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| Don’t be concerned if it all seems the same
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| Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
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| It’s all just public domain
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| I took a bite of the Big Apple
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| And I dabbled in that forbidden fruit
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| No they promised me points
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| And they slipped me skinny joints
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| And I’ve yet to see me any loot
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| From that man in the high-heeled Gucci shoes
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| Don’t be concerned if the song sounds familiar
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| Don’t be concerned if it all seems the same
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| Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
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| It’s all just public domain
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| I sang in the Red River Valley
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| I’ve drank with the whores in Santa Fe Yeah, I ran with the snuff queens in Dallas
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| Like I ran from Snow White in L. A.
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| Now I’ve broken all my vows to Demolay
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| Don’t be concerned if the song sounds familiar
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| Don’t be concerned if it all seems the same
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| Just be concerned that your policies will kill you |
| And it’s all just public domain
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| It makes sense to get into the rain |