| Heard my mother cough to show her pain
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| Hidden behind the closed door again
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| My father must have wept when he came
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| To have made such a sensitive boy
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| I’ve been fighting your holy war
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| Ever since you took that plane
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| Well, I say God bless all love the high lost
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| And the crackhead’s blistered vein
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| My boss keeps asking me to ask more questions
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| And so I asked her why
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| Then I asked her why man chose to work for his food
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| When it’s clear to me that he’d much rather die
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| And if we’re all equal does that mean every man’s due some luck
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| And how many roads must a man walk down before he stops giving a fuck
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| She said quit your yapping and get back to work
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| Don’t you see that you’ve got costumers to serve
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| And I said «of course I can because everybody here’s a servant to someone else»
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| She said «stop talking now you’re boring me don’t you see that you’re just the
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| help»
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| I woke up in a strange bed one sunday morning
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| With a woman I did not love on my left hand side
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| She looked as if she’d seen a ghost when she woke
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| Screamed when she saw the horse head by my right
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| She told me that her name was lady luck and that I should leave
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| So I collected my stuff feeling slightly relieved
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| She was spread eagle, spread out and spread bare
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| And I was spread thin over the days and months that would proceed
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| She said, «don't you see if you think about it as one start one chance and one
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| end»
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| And I said, «don't talk to me 'cause there can be a thousand if I pretend»
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| Oh, Tom Waits came to me in a dream
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| With a swordfish stuck in the middle of his chest
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| He poured me a glass of rum and pondered what’s the point
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| You’re doomed to die however hard you try your best
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| And you said the same thing when you left me
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| When you took my devotion and my drive
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| But you left a starving boy when you hung your coat
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| I’ll take that back now if you don’t mind
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| But I understand cause if you’re not sure where you are then you should move
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| And now that I am not I think that I will do some moving too
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| Because if you think about it everybody here’s a servant to someone else
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| And if you say you’re not then I suppose you’re a servant to yourself |