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Kicking Ass for the Working Class

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Tears in the moon, I'm lying awake
Searching the starts at the end of the lake
Follow that line, trying to move straight
I've got nowhere to hide and no reason to wait

And when I look up in the morning
There is no one left to smell
And no golden locks to cherish
I must be in or out of hell
Untill there's nothing else but sorrow
I won't move until it's gone
And the only hope tomorrow is to drink until I'm done

No laces in my shoes
What's happening to me
My head feels like a rock
The booze won't let me be
Now stick to the road and keep turning that wheel
The rain keeps on falling on the roof
No one knows how I feel

And when I look up in the evening
There is no one left to see
And no notes in my agenda
Is that the thanks of being me
And then the phone that keeps on ringing
It won't stop until I'm gone
And the only hope tomorrow is to drink until I'm done

Don't you care about the things I say
Don't you care about the way I pray
Don't you know how it feels to be
Torn apart as it seems to me
The screaming silence is all we've got
Those are the days that I cry a lot

Dont't you care
Don't you care at all

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