| In this free country
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| Where nothing is free
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| The cost of living is-a killing me
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| (Murder murder murder)
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| First thing everybody working and serves in the dirt
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| And the worst thing’s we’re tightening our purse strings
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| All smiles on the surface we’re tired and they’ve cursed us
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| Wild like a lion but confined to the circus
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| Sisters and my brothers
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| Those who stand above us plan to ruckus
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| 50 million sufferers in 33 boroughs
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| Taxing us for labour and then claiming that they love us
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| Rage I feel the pain of minimum wage is snakes and ladders
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| But the aim of the game is to
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| Stay sane (stay sane)
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| Get paid (get paid)
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| And again (and again)
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| And again smuggle all my hopes and dreams in the drain
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| And my name ain’t bill murray but I feel I’m living in a groundhog day
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| Money money money makes the world okay
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| But it’s funny because I don’t know if I feel that way
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| — one fan’s better?
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| — though i don’t want to set up?
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| — lieing in a jungle?
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| — a pirahna getting wetter?
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| Struggling to keep from slipping down down down
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| And all around they whisper and they sound sound sound
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| I’m hit
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| I hear you feel me but i know your daily struggle
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| Cos i watch it from my window and regret
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| As i hear the cries of murder murder murder
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| Lions on a murder murder murder
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| Killing me
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| Killing me
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| The cost of living is-a killing me
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| (murder murder murder)
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| All i really need
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| Is enough to get by
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| I never had the want for anything more
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| You can call me a fool
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| But your way is too cruel
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| And i won’t be falling in line
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| Ooo
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| Smiles on the surface
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| We’re tired and they’ve cursed us
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| Wild like a lion but confined to the circus |