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my loafers tryin' to fight inflation When it only used to take a cent Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days before I knew what cash flow
What kind of people live in these houses? What kind of sad dad Scratches in this crash-pad? T-shirts or blouses? Torn jeans or trousers? What
drop out Drop out, drop out, drop out Take me to your crashpad, baby Empty out your trashcan, baby I am the son of man I am the son of slam Take
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