| Late for work again today
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| Somebody’s lying down on the job again
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| Will you people please stop jumping under my train
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| Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay
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| While we hose the blood away
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| (And the clock keeps ticking…)
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| So I spent my evening wishing I never was born
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| Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns
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| 'Cause the roaches won’t do my laundry no more
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| And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor
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| Water comes through the ceiling…
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| I asked a pig if he wanted to dance
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| He said is that a .45 in your pants
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| Or are you just glad to see me? |
| (rim shot)
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| I said, All I need is a distraction
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| Or maybe a sense of satisfaction
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| Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders
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| Because my peripheral vision is dying
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| It ain’t as if I ain’t trying
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| I’m a rat in a maze of my own devising
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| And is that a call to arms… Is that a call to arms I hear rising?
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| Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole?
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| Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul
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| You hippy trash got no soul. |
| Yer yuppie cash got no soul
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| Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control
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| It’s a big black hole. |
| Got no soul. |
| Got no soul
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| And the clock’s clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch
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| Except that there’s just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich
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| Before the shit comes down
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| So they’re out there panhandling for gold
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| Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter
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| Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein
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| Trying to find that big score: the mother lode
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| And everyone’s a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak
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| The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized
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| My T.V. mind-set is shattered (sh'dooby)
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| No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you wanna call it --
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| There ain’t nothing real there at all (and I don’t feel whole)
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| Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. |
| Yer rolling stone got no soul
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| Yer music scene got no soul. |
| Yer answering machine got no soul
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| Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. |
| You corporate swine
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| Yer bullshit line. |
| Hey you on the payroll! |
| Hey you on the J Train!
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| Hey you on the T.V. News! |
| Hey you in the 3-piece suit!
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| You got no soul. |
| I got no soul. |
| Got no soul |