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Fuck It Up

The Adicts

Twenty-Seven

1993

Kicked out on the street
Poor kid got no sweets
Box boy corner girl
Gremlins in the machine world
We want you to fuck it up
Bohemians Hedonists

Poor young boy left in a box 
But his memory lives on fam like his heart didn't stop 
There ain't much for us to make a living off 
The youngers wanna

Direction of the Wind

Ryan Bingham & the Dead Horses

Junky Star

2010

There's just no time for the agenda
The lame and fickle feuds
No time for all these bribes that keep
A poor man sewin' shoes
In a box

There's

on a record pushing dirt up on the lord's name
More money, more cars, get some more chains
This is a sure thing, only way that this will go
Rich or poor

then now my nigga 24
Prolly not gettin out till he 54
And I ain't wrote him since but my heart still sore
Knowin that his fam still livin poor
And he all

a superficial world 

Poor lost souls 
Into a black box 
Among 1 million microchips 
And i feel the warmth of spring 
And all the lesser of two evils 
Of a world

full the night Pat Murphy died

About two o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped

Anxiety is such a bitch
The neighbors are the snitch
Cops hunting us like its a sport
Ruin the world and blame the poor
They say think outside

Hi there, you fellows and fellas
This is now the song I wrote
It's called "Cobwebs and Cocaine"

My poor old wife grabbed a shot box of lead
Ran

The Night Pat Murphy Died

Great Big Sea

Rant and Roar

1998

o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell

game


Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Dax (C'mon)
Stop it, man, you ain't that (That)
Poor man's Hopsin now wanna box
Please, you're gonna get

Give 'em all the pox!
Spread around your poison
Till they end up in a box.

PIMP
Leave the poor old cow,
Move it, Madeleine.
She used to be no better

weasal took me chickens, while arsenick killed me cow|The wife went home to mother, the black earth got me sow||I'm a poor, poor farmer what am I gonna

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Poor boy don't need 'lectronics to make no Rock n

cbout two o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug
Doyle lifts up the ice box lid to see poor Patty's mug
They stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy

in my heart cause deep down inside
I think I'm stuck in a dark box
I think I'm stuck in a dark box
Deep down inside
I think I'm stuck in a dark box
I

all the chicks that are calling me a rooster
Protesting out on the street
Say the chant and stomp the beat
Black Lives Matter, no mandates
Box us in,

at home, plays war on a phone
The poor man goes alone, and in a box he gets sent home to his mama
The rich man stay at home, plays war on a phone
The poor

we dem deseve everyday
Bare lie dem a tell from both side
Don't have another cheek fi turn
Still a get box down with di tax
Pearl gates awaits Heaven

matches to light the stove?
No one had bought any matches from her
All day long no one had given her a cent
Poor little girl
Sir do you wanna buy a box

COUNTESS (CARLOTTA)
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Ha ha Ha ha Ha ! (Ect.)

Time I tried to get a better, better~half !

COUNTESS AND CHORUS
Poor

Chase the money 'til the sun don't shine no more
Getting to the bag
Coming from the slums, from the poor
The music got a hold on me
Knocking

When I was a kid,
I guess we were poor
But we always seemed to have enough to eat
didn't need games or toys
bought from a store
All I needed was

professional that means I've been 
cround 

Never bite nobodies style I got my own sound

Imma rock If I'm rich rock if I'm poor 

I'm gonna rock if the industry