| he was only six years old
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| when that old killer died
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| put him down in a great big hole
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| and I fill it up all the time
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| see the building rise into the sky
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| parking meters, traffic cops
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| you best watch your record, son
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| they’ll come and lock you up and I’ve been working all night
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| I go on into the day
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| ain’t got much money now
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| got the time ahead
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| you got the time ahead to pay
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| smoke and lightning, dressed to kill
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| and don’t talk to strangers
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| girl take your pill
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| forty years of sudden death
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| the acid rain is falling on my head
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| bush raids on the rise
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| the doctor’s working overtime
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| too much of a good thing’s not enough
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| stepping stones, building blocks
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| and I’ve been working all night
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| I go on into the day
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| ain’t got much money now
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| got the time ahead
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| you got the time ahead to pay
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| I’ve been working all night
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| I go long into the day
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| ain’t got much money
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| got the time ahead
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| you got the time ahead to pay
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| 'cause I’ve been working all night
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| I go long into the day
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| ain’t got much money
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| got the time ahead
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| you got the time ahead to pay |