Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
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All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime
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Looking like a line or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer
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Yes, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
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Well they say cutting AFDC isn't too race
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All those welfare moms getting fat on all that cash
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Well, I heard a welfare mother's son say
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"When I grow up, I'm gonna get me a gun
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and I'm off to Sacramento in a flesh"
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Now all the folks who used to call us "welfare bums"
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Now are on that line mooching cigarettes and sniffing for crumbs
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And as sure as the sky is blue sooner or later it's gonna be me or you
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Cause what comes around is familiar when it comes
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Now the poorest folks I know, just to eat
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Have to short the landlord and not pay the heat
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For the crime or being poor
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They get a three-day notice and a sheriff at the door
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Yeah, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
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Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
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For a meal or a taste, or a bite, it's a waste of time
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For the want of cash to borrow, they'll tell you
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"Sorry boy, come back tomorrow,"
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In a game designed to drive you out of your mind!
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Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
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All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime
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Looking like a like of mourners
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Stretching down the block and around the corner
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Yes, the line at the welfare line
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The line, like the rate of crime
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The line, like a creeping vine
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Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line!
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