| «Let me share the reason of your lecture for a change
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| Let me tell you how you’ll feel
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| Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins
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| Let me share this bed of steel
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| Cause here come the state inspector
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| So doctor all the resident records
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| Truth is he really don’t care less
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| It’s just a function of the politics and business
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| Oh the squalor, Oh the squalor
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| Let it empty me
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| Welcome to whatever God may do
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| It’s no secret that you’ll never leave
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| Woah. |
| woah… woahh
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| Cause here comes the state inspector
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| So doctor all the resident records
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| Truth is he really don’t care less
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| It’s just a function of the politics and business
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| Deinstitutionalization
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| Had a wife but left her at the station
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| And there’s women in the stair wells
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| When their love lives don’t fair well
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| Whoring themselves away in the kitchen
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| But look see that woman gettin all dressed up
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| Putting on her earrings and her makeup
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| And in another world there’s a lonely girl
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| Who’s wishing she’d never been a grown up
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| Oh the squalor… Oh the squalor
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| Let it empty me
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| Welcome to whatever God may do
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| It’s no secret that you’ll never leave
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| Maybe today I won’t get the wrong meds
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| And maybe today I’ll get my fourty six cents
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| And maybe today I’ll jump that barbed wired fence
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| And leave this place altogether
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| Cause we’re calling all the President’s men
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| And we’ll shove him in his room, locked in
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| Won’t you do me a favor and give me ten
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| So I can peek into the hallway again
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| Oh the squalor… Oh the squalor
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| Let it empty me
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| Welcome to whatever god may do
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| It’s no secret you’ll never leave" |