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Milk Man

de Rare Americans

Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs
Without a seconds thought
I’m not an asshole, but don’t care about getting caught
My friend the lawyer pads his time
I think the man behind the man has got his hands
In both your pockets laughing
Grinding, like the milkman

Pull the strings, the people dance
On a leash like sheep herd, cash advance
Put enough in your pocket, your life’s a loan
Till you can’t get straight, deep red, full blown
You got no one to turn to
And people you owe
You’re a dope, head shakin’, battered, broke
Life is tough man
We go on with the show
This life is tough man
And everybody knows

I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go (go!)
I might indulge a little
In this life you never know (know!)
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go (go!)
I might indulge a little
I said fuck it long ago!

What is your play at the end of the day? (should I know?)
Will you stay down or will you find a way? (I’ll find a way)
What is your play at the end of the day? (I think I know)
Will you stay down or will you find a way?
I’ll find a way (way, way, way)
I’ll find a way

I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
Why not indulge a little
In this life you never know?
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
Why not indulge a little?
I said fuck it long ago!
I said: Fuck it, let it go!

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