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Apologies for the bad words but this says a lot. I posted the lyrics because sometimes he’s hard to understand.
I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day / Overtime hours for ******** pay / So I can sit out here and waste my life away / Drag back home and drown my troubles away.
Pre-Chorus:
It's a **** shame what the world's gotten to / For people like me and people like you / Wish I could just wake up and it not be true / But it is, oh, it is.
Chorus:
Livin' in the new world / With an old soul / These rich men north of Richmond / Lord knows they all just wanna have total control / Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do / And they don't think you know, but I know that you do / 'Cause your dollar ain't **** and it's taxed to no end / 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond.
I wish politicians would look out for miners / And not just minors on an island somewhere / Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat / And the obese milkin' welfare.
Well, God, if you're 5-foot-3 and you're 300 pounds / Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds / Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground / 'Cause all this **** country does is keep on kickin' them
I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day / Overtime hours for ******** pay.
I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day / Overtime hours for ******** pay / So I can sit out here and waste my life away / Drag back home and drown my troubles away.
Pre-Chorus:
It's a **** shame what the world's gotten to / For people like me and people like you / Wish I could just wake up and it not be true / But it is, oh, it is.
Chorus:
Livin' in the new world / With an old soul / These rich men north of Richmond / Lord knows they all just wanna have total control / Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do / And they don't think you know, but I know that you do / 'Cause your dollar ain't **** and it's taxed to no end / 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond.
I wish politicians would look out for miners / And not just minors on an island somewhere / Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat / And the obese milkin' welfare.
Well, God, if you're 5-foot-3 and you're 300 pounds / Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds / Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground / 'Cause all this **** country does is keep on kickin' them
I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day / Overtime hours for ******** pay.
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