I'm a hard working man, yeah I'm down on my luck
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With a broom and a dustpan, just tryin' to raise a buck
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It's not the fact that I don't wanna work
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I'm just not gonna take it anymore
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Spillin' my guts out every night
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For a bunch of blank stares just looking for a fight
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It's not that the fact that I don't wanna work
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But we're screamin' for change once again.
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Voices cry out deep in the night
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The streets are empty again
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But what's the explanation for just putting up a fight
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When San Diego's burning within.
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Yeah, nobody here wants to do it
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Unless somebody else does it first
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Take a look around, watch it burn into the ground
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The condition's gone from bad to worse
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Time is running out, and the future's full of doubt
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Are the good times really over? We can make the good times now
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A neurotic, self conscious, superficial wasteland
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Is what I would call my town
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I try to think back to other times
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I try to remember when
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What's the explanation for just putting up a fight
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When everybody's trying to win
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Burn it down to the ground
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San Diego's Burning
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Agent 51 |