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I the confidence to write a song,
so i found three simple chords and I held them with my weak voice on an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me.
May Elvis turn in his grave and Les Paul my dirty calloused fingers. May the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar,
leave it for a demo tape to be played until broken
then remembered only for it was...
we gave 'em hell(repeated).

To my friends and enemies who have been anything,
titans and who found survival in cause and effect.
Behind counters, behind windows, just to be people
with bitter of justice.
Do we only need to working because it pays rent?
Sleeping under plastic stars to a ceiling,
muscles burning alcohol and every morning...
but we them hell(repeated).

There's a beyond skyscrapers, there's a distance beyond the freeway.
than pictures in a magazine, more than tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's than the actions you know it's safe to make,
It's more than could ever buy.
Are we to work and die in american cities,
working to and die in american cities, and dying for what we worked.