| You're on shift at eight, and we are being torn by call signs
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| Drove to McDuck that night, twisted the zip lock
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| Boring to the point of yawning, I'm not sober to the point of vomiting
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| And buy stamps in the morning with the boys where is the foil (where is the foil)
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| I see the faces that doshirak are guarding here
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| Yes, you are under forty, but I must respect (respect)
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| Here's a crop for you, smoke it and just go to bed
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| You don't need to be respected
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| Unemployed, yes I'm unemployed (unemployed)
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| In sweat, still hungry (so hungry)
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| Unemployed, yes I'm unemployed (unemployed)
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| Yes, I'm unemployed, sweaty, still hungry (unemployed)
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| Oh ok ok brother
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| Brother, at school you wanted to be an astronaut
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| T-that's right, and now you're fucking, comrade lieutenant
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| I fastened a musket under the body, and my dogs are at gunpoint,
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| But while you are sleeping with your family, someone is pissing on your car
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| It's a shame, it's a shame, I can't be one of them
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| I can't hide my humanity behind a big cabbage, son
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| And you know it, you hear, you turn on the fool
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| You will offer me to close the dila, but I'm unemployed, brother
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| Unemployed, yes I'm unemployed (unemployed)
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| In sweat, still hungry (so hungry)
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| Unemployed, yes I'm unemployed (unemployed)
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| Yes, I'm unemployed, sweaty, still hungry (unemployed) |