One old man a ten hour day
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And not a dime to spare
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Playin' on his pawn shop horn
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And breathin' into the air
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I've got more coal to fire
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And another soul to feed
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Little old lady left the scene
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About an hour ago
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Her purse was filled
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All her silver unsold
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Little old lady had a mouth
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But nothing to say
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Despite her allegiances
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She has found a way
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Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea
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Do rebut that
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And if you open up your mouth
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You better shut that
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It's never ever gonna go away
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"I'm homeless, God bless, good day"
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Would that I were you
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Would I be free
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And would that you were me
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Would you burn or flee
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The blood is on your hands
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You've got it on your feet
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Your first is in the air
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And somewhere in between
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Blood
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| Dispatch |
