| Sixteen and time to pay off
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| I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
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| Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
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| But its a paycheck, jack.
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| Its so hot in here, hot like sahara
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| You could faint in the heat
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| But these bitches are just too lame to understand
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| Too goddamned grateful to get this job
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| To know theyre getting screwed up the ass
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| All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
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| And the way they suck hot sausage
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| But me well I wasnt sayin too much neither
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| I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
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| I figured I was speedo motorcycle
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| I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough
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| But no you gotta, you gotta
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| You gotta find the rhythm within
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| Floor boss slides up to me and he says
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| «hey sister, you just movin too fast,
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| You screwin up the «a,
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| You doin your piece work too fast,
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| Now you get off your mustang sally
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| You aint goin nowhere, you aint goin nowhere.»
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| I lay back. |
| I get my nerve up. |
| I take a swig of romilar
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| And walk up to hot shit dot hook and I say
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| «hey, hey sister it dont matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
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| Theres always more labor after.»
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| Shes real catholic, see. |
| she fingers her cross and she says
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| «theres one reason. |
| theres one reason.
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| You do it my way or I push your face in.
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| We knee you in the john if you dont get off your get off your mustang sally,
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| If you dont shake it up baby."shake it up, baby. twist &shout»
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| Oh that I could will a radio here. |
| james brown singing
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| «i lost someone"or the jesters and the paragons
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| And georgie woods the guy with the goods and guided missiles …
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| But no, I got nothin, no diversion, no window,
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| Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
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| Where I look down, look at sweet theresas convent
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| All those nurses, all those nuns scattin round
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| With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
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| Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
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| Down there not having crystal smooth
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| Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
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| Not having to worry about the the dogma the of labor
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| They look pretty damn free down there,
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| And the way they smell, the way they smell
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| And here I gotta be up here smellin dot hooks midwife sweat
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| I would rather smell the way boys smell--
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| Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
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| That odor rising roses and ammonia
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| And way their dicks droop like lilacs
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| Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
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| But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
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| Her against the wheel me against the wheel
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| Oh slow motion inspection is drivin me insane
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| In steel next to dot hook -- oh we may look the same--
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| Shoulder to shoulder sweatin 110 degrees
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| But I will never faint, I will never faint
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| They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
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| I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
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| Because you see its the monotony thats got to me Every afternoon like the last one
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| Every afternoon like a rerun next to dot hook
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| And yeah we look the same
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| Both pumpin steel, both sweatin
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| But you know she got nothin to hide
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| And I got something to hide here called desire
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| I got something to hide here called desire
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| And I will get out of here--
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| You know the fiery potion is just about to come
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| In my nose is the taste of sugar
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| And I got nothin to hide here save desire
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| And Im gonna go, Im gonna get out of here
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| Im gonna get out of here, Im gonna get on that train,
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| Im gonna go on that train and go to new york city
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| Im gonna be somebody, Im gonna get on that train, go to new york city,
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| Im gonna be so bad Im gonna be a big star and I will never return,
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| Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory
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| And I will travel light.
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| Oh, watch me now. |