| I know where to go to find green grass to lay in
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| I know where to go to find a book or some gum
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| I know where to go to find music to the ears
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| And I know where to go to find a gun or some drugs
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| I know where to go to find a hug and some help
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| I know where to go to find to find shelter and food
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| I know where to go to find to find God and some don’t
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| So Imma go and find the homeless man some shoes
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| I know where to go to find to find work to make money
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| And I know where to go to find a friend with advice
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| I know where to go to find a doctor in power
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| And I know where to go to find to find silence at night
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| So many exit signs and so little time to waste
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| It’s December and July’s at stake
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| I can go to the river and find the man throwin bait
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| I can go to the pub and watch pull tabs stack
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| I can drive down the high way and read while I drive
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| Whether a map, billboards or the space between the lines
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| I can help with the garden, I can go get a job
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| I can dream of an island where we all get along
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| I can bitch, I can moan, I can strip it all clean
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| Cash it in at the junkyard or throw it down stream
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| I can fill up my tank, I can do something nice
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| I can put it in the bank and I can ruin someone’s life
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| I’ll invest in my head and cash out with my gut
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| Take a couple steps back and look forward to what? |
| I said
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| So many exit signs and so little time to waste
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| It’s September, April, a day full straight to the cop shop
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| To make a complaint
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| My neighbor’s gone crazy and the baby’s awake
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| The other one mows the lawn as if nothing’s wrong
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| While the garbage man sifts through the recycling crate
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| We got cardboard, monitors, wires and more
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| A brand new typewriter and a box full of porn
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| I got an apple in my mouth and a snake in my hand
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| I can take a deep breath or just break my way in, I said
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| So many exit signs and so little time to waste
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| It’s the lunar eclipse and the moon looks fake
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| The earth spins round a ball of fire in the sky
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| While my day slowly fades into a road to my death
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| I pack my bags that hang like bats from my eyes
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| Say a prayer for myself and wish the rest of the world my best
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| So many exit signs and so little time to waste
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| Resource center, oh where art thou door?
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| I got the key to life so I guess that I’m okay
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| I say, Resource center, oh where art thou, door?
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| I got the key to life so I guess I’m okay |