| Brother, you know we’re all in this alone,
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| Take what you can get, break all but your bones
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| And when they finally ask you «well, what have you done?»
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| Say «life is a game and I’ve won, yes I’ve won.»
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| Say «life is a game and I’ve won!»
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| You gave the asphalt a heave and then looked back at me,
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| Said «that is a word from the wise ones indeed»
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| When you’ve been here this long, one day you belong
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| One day you wake up and forget what seemed wrong.
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| And the first day of May, well it quietly passed by,
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| And the bosses still reign five to nine.
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| And you curse when I say words like «living» and «wage»
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| You say «I made my house outta mud, so should they.
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| Now the ball field is level, let’s play!»
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| I think of the bullets, the blood, and the rage
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| That went in there to stir up the eight hour day
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| Seems the masters have found themselves new rats to cage
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| And the price for a union is great
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| Well they gave her a raise so they raised up her rent
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| She says «I'll never burst from this box that I’m in!»
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| But she’s too scared to talk, to step off the sidewalk,
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| So she shrugs it all off as the luck of the draw
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| And the labor you cry that’s been robbed from your kind
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| With dirt on your hands and sweat in your eyes
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| If the fortunate son really wants to eat dust,
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| Well I’m sure there’s a good chance he’ll be hired
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| There’s a million stories of the crimes left to rot
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| But I never will raise as long as I sleep on the job
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| Oh yeah, you say «brother, you know, we’re all in this alone
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| Take what you can get, break all but your bones
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| And when they finally ask us well what have you done?»
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| Say «life is a game and I’m done!» |