Sweatin’ all day, but the Lord can’t keep me hired.
I lie awake cause tomorrow I’ll be fired.
You’ve got your cocaine, it always keeps you wired.
There’s got to be something in this life to get me higher.
Put it down by the neon sign and watch all the thieves.
Fade out in the crowd tonight as it crawls out of reach.
Can we ever be anything else than fools on the run?
I guess we could come down, but that don’t sound like fun.
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