| Seems like yesterday you first started
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| As a rodeo cowboy in the big bull market
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| As the enterprise culture reached its pinnacle
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| Driven by an upbeat privatized miracle
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| Life is hard, though and times are leaner
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| For the banker, the broker and the window cleaner
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| And nobody’s straw’s shorter than yours
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| As the cuts get tougher and the streets get meaner
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| When the dividend of a divided nation
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| Is stepping over bodies in the underground station
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| The just rewards of the high and haughty
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| Are the P-45 and the UB40
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| In a downward spiral with zero option
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| You’re fleeced in a deal of your own concoction
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| As the panic grows you suddenly know how it feels
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| As the boss says 'We're letting you go now'
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more
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| So hang up your braces and your paisley tie
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| You’ve lost your shirt, now you’re wondering why
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| Your fairweather friends have all disowned you
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| And only your banker and the bailliffs phone you
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| Repossessing everything they burst the bubble, you |
| Hand back the keys to your BMW,
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| Lose your home with the sky high loan
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| And the lows on the Dow Jones cease to trouble you
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more
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| Well maybe you could lecture on management structure
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| Or work part time as a driving instructor
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| But the business college is undersubscribed
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| And the motoring school’s on an economy drive
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| You become a expert in adversity
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| Enrolled in the Hard Knocks University
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| Students everywhere beg and borrow, now
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| Praying they can pay it all back tomorrow, now
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more
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| Ain’t gonna be in that driving seat no more |