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For thirty old years
I was newspaper man
Made my living with a pen and a pad
God, I miss the smell of paper
And the ink on my hands.
Been back from the desert for a year or so
I left more in that sand
Than You'll ever know
Another war was waiting for me
When I got back home

In the name of the flag some
Gave their lives
I'm still living, yeah, semper fi
Well that's my story.
What else can I say? Hey, hey!

I got a lot to give
Say can you see
I'm still breathing
And my heart still beats
They took the car
But they left the lease
Does anybody want
What's left of me.
Boarded up the house
They left the keys
Foreclosed on my city
Rolled up these streets
But I ain't checking out
I still got my dreams
Does anybody want
What's left of me. Hey, hey!

They call us dirty Harry
We're a punk rock band
Why they sold old CBGB'S
I don't understand
All that's left now are the t-shirts
And they come from Japan.
I sold my drums to make ends meet
The band broke up we had to eat
It's the same old shit
It just happenes more these days. Hey,hey!

I got a lot to give...
Hey, hey!

I'm a teacher,
I'm a farmer,
I'm a union man
It's getting hard to make a living
In this heartland
We ain't working in our factories
All those jobs went overseas
Hey, hey!
Does anybody want
Does anybody want
Does anybody want
What's left of me

I got a lot to give
Say can you see
I'm still breathing
And my heart still beats
They took the car
But they left the lease
Does anybody want
What's left of me.
Does anybody want
To buy or rent
Take a chance or place a bet
I ain't checking out
I still got my dreams
Does anybody want
What's left of me. Hey, hey!

Does anybody want
What's left of me. Hey, hey!
Does anybody want
What's left of me

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