Said, broken phones and I'm a bag of bones That's what I'm known for What I've been disowned for They tried to tie a taper To my tail
I've been fixin' up to go Along the way The wayside down All the hands are reachin' up Just to drag me down So don't look down And don't keep askin' Oh, where that place is Up between those other faces On top of the bassist In all the little faces
Oh, I swear I left it on the side You know they rob you blind With their false calculated intentions Money and time is too tight to mention A whole nation bent on Repairing the dent on Its pride Oh, you cannot hide or disguise God knows I tried La-la-la-la La-da-di-da-oo Da-di-fa-doo
La-la-la-oh La-la-la-la
La-da-da-da La-da-da-da
La-la-la-la-oo La-la-la-la
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