| Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine
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| Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine
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| Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit
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| Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots
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| That’s the life I live in a rock and roll band
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| Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can
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| Sleepin' in the back-seat at the Shopping Mall
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| Parkin' at the pay phone waitin for a call
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| If it wasn’t for 'collect' and 'I.O.U.'
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| I’d be up to my neck in 'Overdue'
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| Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand
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| Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can
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| Diggin' through the bottles and magazines
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| Hope I got some money for some gasoline
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| Government agents nippin at my heels
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| I’m a limo-length ahead of a jailhouse meal
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| Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand
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| Drivin' to the Poo house just as fast as I can
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| Feelin' like a sailor in a submarine
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| Feedin' quarters to the car-wash keepin' her clean
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| Dropped my last dime thru the cracks in the floor
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| Hope the promotor don’t take the back door
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| Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand
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| Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can
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| CH
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| Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can
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| Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can
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| Fat-assed businessmen suckin my blood
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| Slingin my name like it was mud
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| If I go to hell in a Caddilac
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| Give 'em my money and I won’t look back
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this a way
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| I ain’t gonna be tzeated this a way
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this a way
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this a way |