Oh it's payday, yes it's payday
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I got my pay cheque from the man
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There's not so many jobs that I can get these days
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With these marks all over my hands
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But I'm gonna take that cheque
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I'm gonna head across the track
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To the wrong side of this town
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I'm gonna open the door
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I'm gonna bask in the roar
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Of that familiar buzzing needle sound
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Because the ink in my skin
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Where the needle went in
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However many years ago
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Has left marks on my arms
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And they say who I am
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Everywhere that I go
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Some people have one and
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Some have one that they're ashamed of
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Most people think that we're fools
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Some people don't get it and
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Some people don't care
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And some of us we have tattoos
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Oh it's fading, yes it's fading
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Some of the things that I believed back then
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Yes my skin has started sagging and
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The ink has started running
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And I've got buddy tattoos with people
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Who aren't friends
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Oh I've even got black x's from when I was straight edge
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So crack open a beer friends now
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And let's make a pledge
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If we had the luck to live our lives
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A second time through we'd be sure to get the same tattoos
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Because the ink in my skin
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Where the needle went in
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However many years ago
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Has left marks on my arms
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And they say who I am
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Everywhere that I go
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Some people have one and
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Some have one that they're ashamed of
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Most people think that we're fools
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Some people don't get it and
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Some people don't care
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And some of us we have tattoos
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We've got hearts for the lovers
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And playing cards for the gamblers
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Black flag bars for the punks
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And sailing ships for the ramblers
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We got skulls for the living
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And the pain pays our dues
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And some of us we have tattoos
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Tattoos
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| Frank Turner |
