Work for your money
Newspaper headlines flashing on by
another couple of people that died
Take a quick glance to the side
a dirty old man that has honestly tried
But what do I care?
Got everything I need
It's not polite to stare stay out under my feet
Go back to your black bag of shame
You worthless waste of space
Just get out of my way, cause I've got dreams to chase
And please don't ask me just to spare some change
I’ve got nothing for you
You gotta work, work for your money
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