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

To my friends and enemies who could have anything,
and heroes who found survival in cause and effect.
Behind counters, behind windows, striving just to be
with ideals of justice.
Do we only to keep working because it pays rent?
under plastic stars glued to a ceiling,
muscles burning and nicotine every morning...
but we them hell(repeated).

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