| I was raised to be a fighter, I’ve been sluggin' all my life
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| Got a job, a house, a mortgage, two kids but just one wife
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| But I’ve been behind on points ever since the second round
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| The market keeps on goin' up while I keep slippin' down
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| I’m all punched out from work and family
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| I need a break, stand back and fan me
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| My corner says we just can’t win
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| The fight is rigged, the fix is in
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| Ain’t no rest for the weary, no mercy for the just plain ordinary people
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| Nobody we can trust, no reason to believe and no relief in sight
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| Ain’t no justice in the world, still I will not be denied
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| Just one is one too many and a thousand ain’t enough
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| I’m addicted to consumption, I keep jonesing for the stuff
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| Still there must be more than this, to fill this gaping hole
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| Or does the road to glory really dead end at the mall?
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| Father please hear my confession
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| I am a slave to my possessions
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| I toil in vain from dawn till dark
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| I owe my soul to mastercard
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| Standing at the news stand by the sex and cigarettes
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| I noticed in the head lines, much to my regret
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| Sweeping allegations as to who’s been in kahootz
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| And twelve investigations into who took all the loot
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| There are snipers and assassins who claim they just report
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| And philistines and vandals at the court of last resort
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| There are pious politicians who would save us from our sin
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| Why do I get the feeling we’d get sodomized again? |