full of pinpricks and sinners,
and doggies and dreamspots and sunday night dinners
and we eat all the food
that we don't grow ourselves
and its full of bullshit
made to sit on some shelves
But we feast, never knowing
what they put in our food
and we swallow the guilt
like it's home-made beef stew
and we chew on our problems
thinking they'll go away
but they end up just growing what with every new day
get a raise, so they say,
it will make your life better,
get away, barely paid,
go before the wets wetter
cause if your stuck in the system
and don know where to go,
the LAST thing that you do
is pack up and go home.
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