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Into corduroys or jeans,
chinos or capris
Sweater vest no sleeves,
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I'm growing out my hair like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you, I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
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They say its murder on your folk career to make a rock record with the disappeared we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake there is not an image that I must defend. There are no art forms now just capitalism so send the national guard to the mall of america and they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans diesel prada it looks good it looks good yeah it does I'm gonna lie down with a common sound I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets and if my sadness needs a catalyst I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus. And at the shopping epicenter I have an agoraphobic fit so buy a fountain soda put some sugar on my tongue I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul with no soul
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want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
But opportunity no, it don't exist
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He hides in his suit like a snake in the grass his sales pitch fork tongue hissed now the wolves wear their name tags they are hunting in packs herding their prey up the aisles and back they're smiling their teeth are showing while the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend they swoop down to the scene of the car accident to pick the victims to pieces then there is the sly fox makes his money telescamming notch babies he says the end is near buy my policy I'll make you young again I'll make you young again take the cash from my hand hear the register sing and the roar of the lion logo on the screen he's hungry I should buy some popcorn so I exit the dark feeling blind in the sun and the bobcats look tired they ate their fill of asphalt because we need more parking with so many up at the pulpit rams and bugs the news cameras capture guerilla warfare eagles into buildings crash landed despair is all that there is now in a cubical cage that smells like a rat whose smile gets bigger along with your debt don't take it personal its just business
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the man at the bank said oh lets not talk percentage you work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages you asked the start for aid and they gave you an ad campaign that didn't help so you took your family and joined in the urban sprawl now you can't see the stars as well but you're near the mall you don't know where you stand no more in line at some convenient store that is way too long you used to work your land fed thousands of mouth now you ear their shit for the money now you emptied your heart to fill your bank account well I should talk I'm just the same you can buy my records down at the corporate chain I tell myself I shouldn't be ashamed but I am so adolescence made her an activist now she is the one who does all the lecturing those assholes got their eighteen holes you should have told them to dig one more your dream is dead she won't eat their food or wear their clothes she always wants to know where her money goes but will shell it out for filling up her nose so run it up i'll run my mouth but never mind the shit that I sing about because I'd sell myself to buy a f**king house twelve thousand square foot four car garage tennis court and swimming pool in the back yard I know it can seem like a lot but that is why I pay someone to clean it up we'll gonna clean it up my big house
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