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The Soft Sound of Hard Words Falling Out My Brain
i wish i was borna king
but wishin's jus' fishin
in a pool o' pity --
can't catch nothin' butta damned ol' cold
still...
i wish i was made o' money
peelin' fitties off my ass
spittin' quarters in the sink
sweatin' silver, shittin' gold
'cause
jesus lord, i'm tired o' workin
tired o' bustin this ol' tail
tired o' yes sir
tired o' yes ma'am
tired
an you can go to hail
but wishin's jus' fishin
in a pool o' pity --
can't catch nothin' butta damned ol' cold
still...
i wish i was made o' money
peelin' fitties off my ass
spittin' quarters in the sink
sweatin' silver, shittin' gold
'cause
jesus lord, i'm tired o' workin
tired o' bustin this ol' tail
tired o' yes sir
tired o' yes ma'am
tired
an you can go to hail
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