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Heard my mother cough to her pain
Hidden behind the door again
My father must have wept he came
To have made a sensitive boy

I've fighting your holy war
Ever since you that plane
Well, I say God bless all love the lost
And the crackhead's vein

My boss keeps asking me to ask questions
And so I her why
Then I asked her why man chose to for his food
When it's clear to me that much rather die

And if we're all equal does that every man's due some luck
And how many roads a man walk down before he stops giving a fuck
She said quit your yapping and get to work
Don't you see you've got costumers to serve

And I said "of course I can because everybody here's a to someone else"
She said "stop talking now you're boring me don't you see you're just the help"

I woke up in a strange bed one sunday
With a woman I did not love on my left side
She looked as if seen a ghost when she woke
when she saw the horse head by my right

She told me that her name was lady luck and I should leave
So I my stuff feeling slightly relieved
She was spread eagle, spread out and bare
And I was spread thin the days and months that would proceed
She said, "don't you see if you about it as one start one chance and one end"
And I said, "don't to me 'cause there can be a thousand if I pretend"

Oh, Tom Waits came to me in a
With a swordfish in the middle of his chest
He me a glass of rum and pondered what's the point
You're doomed to die hard you try your best

And you said the same thing when you me
you took my devotion and my drive
But you a starving boy when you hung your coat
I'll take that back now if you mind

But I understand cause if you're not sure where you are then you should
And now that I am not I think that I will do some too
Because if you think it everybody here's a servant to someone else
And if you say you're not then I you're a servant to yourself