| I ate a suicide breakfast and I still feel sick
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| I’ve got a half life here and I’m stuck with it
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| But I count my blessings and say my prayers
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| Because half the world’s hungry and most of it’s scared
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| And it’s a cruel law, but the cat gets the cream
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| Cash buys the diet fit for a king
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| While the lion goes to the water-hole
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| We must sit and wait
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| But any day now we may scratch that itch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| They’ve got a drive-in Jesus to purge their sins
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| Roll up to the gates of heaven and still get in
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| Well, a big donation ain’t gonna hurt
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| And you get your name on the T.V. church
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| Meanwhile down here we’ve lost our faith
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| Look to the heavens and just see rain
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| Can’t meet the subscription on the pay-to-pray
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| So we don’t even watch
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| But any day now we may scratch that itch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| And any day now we may make that switch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| Death by a thousand cuts
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| Jack up the prices so they cost
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| Just that much more than we can ever afford
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| Clean up in the hospital
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| Close down all the wards
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| And it’s a cruel law, but the cat gets the cream
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| Cash buys the lifestyle fit for a king
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| While the big cars ease into the fast lane
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| We come to a stop
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| But any day now we may scratch that itch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| And any day now we may find our pitch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| Any day now we may scratch that itch
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| And join the immortal rich
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| Any day now we may make that switch
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| Arid join the immortal rich |