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i’m sick of working
i think i’m at the brink
i get my pay check
it goes into some drinks
friday, thank god its finally here
my day, spend it all on gas and beer
cigarettes, porno mags
arcade games, discount stores
candy, tokens, content whores
forty hours - a beverage
forty ounces - the leverage
the edge that keeps us down
i’m sick of working
it takes up all my time
i clock out daily
to sit and watch prime time
tv, it keeps me satisfied
forty, it keeps me pacified
they might have drunken billy d
they still cant dunk chuck d
cant melt ice cube in a malt
i thought i’d get better reception
if i bought higher resolution
what is a revolution
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