Don't you say
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don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit.
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Another day
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when I wait there shit-faced
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Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that I did not write.
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And they'll dance to it.
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And I'll smile and I'll get paid.
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Baggy pants are stupid.
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Alt-rock, Skynyrd, play another song I hate.
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I'll just stay on the state streets
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Complaining that it's all the same
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but too lazy to change anything.
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And I can't spend another day thinkin'
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These places on street signs are
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the only places that I've ever been.
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Drink a free beer,
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maybe smoke with the waiter.
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(It's) the illusion that they all give a shit.
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And some drunk guys yelling
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"Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!"
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and I'll smile and I'll key their truck.
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And it sucks so bad
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But I made one Benjamin.
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How can I be mad?
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I paid one seventh of my rent
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And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs.
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I'm not feelin' Minnesota.
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I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set.
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And play cover songs from the 90's
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by one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper
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and a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks.
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FRRRREEEEEE BIIIIIIRRRRRD! FRRRREEEEEE BIIIIIIRD!!!!
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
