No one really understands the experience that change lives
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That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
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So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
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painted on a robotic face
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But not this man, he played the bucket with his hands
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And got paid but it was change people dropped in his can
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twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description
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But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position
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But I've never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
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As he blistered fingers paint down on the plastic
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And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense
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While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
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He sits on the corner of 7th and 1st
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And I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurse
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One day I asked he why he gave up his career
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He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" then he added
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
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So I took in what was said but I didn't accept it
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Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
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I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now would
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improve my future existence somehow
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So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the street
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And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you gather
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He said, to your surprise I make enough to eat
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And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
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He looked me in my face and told me I was a puppet
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And what I do is no more important than playing a bucket
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I still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed
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I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
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See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
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Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
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Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
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deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
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survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
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called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
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to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy
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When I taught my man playing away on his drum
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Something clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
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I'm working for bread crumbs
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Pretending there's a meaning
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But my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
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And one day, I'll be old and retired
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Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire
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All because school never taught me how to be inspired
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And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't hire
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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Make Money and die that's the American Way
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But hey, here's my application, how much do y'all pay
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How Much Do You Pay?
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Eyedea |