Why can't I beat the bankers
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Deal then find a home to rob
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Why can't I lie and cheat and steal
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Who wants an honest job
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And if I curse you night and day
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My integrities been tried
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While I waste a life away
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Why don't you try and hide
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The end has just begun
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The end has just begun
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Your life's been run
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My bastard son
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Why can't I turn off the light
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And see I'm all alone
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Why can't I change my liars
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Life and find myself a home
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And if I did where would I be
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Lost in my due misery
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So if there's truth you'd
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Better keep it away from me
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It away from me
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So why can't I shut the
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Window tight and keep the
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Wind outside
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And with no friends in sight
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To help me fight the tides
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My own rests in a hotel room
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And on a switchblades knife
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Why must I find the truth so
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Soon and end this bastards life
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The end has just begun
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The end has just begun
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Your life's been run
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My bastard son
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This Bastard's Life
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| Swingin' Utters |
