You've got the dirty bones
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And I've got nothing to wash them with
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But after we sing this song
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I've got so little left
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I've got less
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Oh, how the collar's strong
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The links disintegrate one by one
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Just pull the yoke along
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Cause I've got nothing to tithe
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Like I have promised I would do
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Still I am at fault
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Take this paltry advantage that is due
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Before you taint your soul
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You've got the gold throne
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And I've got the broken hands
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You've got the gold throne
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And I've got nothing to tithe
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Like I have promised I would do
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Still I am at fault
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Take this paltry advantage that is due
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Before you taint your soul
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I tithe like I have promised I would do
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Still I am at fault
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Tithe
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| Get Up Kids |
