Folk song

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Folk song

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It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore Thinking of your timecard forms a habit Watching rich folks on TV's like picking a sore Fuck it all, they can have it Now I'm loaded like a gun again Like a plague of locusts, heaven-sent Just a ball of dissension with a death perception I won't sweat the definition of content They said better safe than sorry, and look out for number one I heard only play the cards you're shown Fuck what they say, it doesn't matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone Like grown men staring with little boys' eyes And actresses speaking with conviction These people should demand a Pulitzer Prize For various works of fiction Judge a book by its cover and keep one eye on your back I heard only play the cards you're shown I say fuck what they say, it doesn't matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone So many people with so much to show Rotting away in their own little holes One can only wonder why I'll celebrate my home But know that I'm not alone Only fools are along for the ride I'm thinking of the size Of this world that's right outside Please don't waste it trying to hide

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