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[Chorus:]
High in heels, high on pills
Now who in the hell is gonna pay them bills
Hands are tired, hands are tied
Now who in the hell can get satisfied

We waited on the job but it took too long
Brother got in trouble, now the money's all gone
Mama said, hand out some bottles at the mule
And people still ask me why I didn't go to school

Now you might say, "how could they live that way?"
If they learned to love a dollar they'd have it their way
But daddy's gone, mama tried
Everybody's got their own kind of suicide

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Early one morning someone came to our door
They held a tiny book that said Heaven was in store
And if we believed, then there could be a way out
It seemed like quite a bit to think about

The church-going people know more than I do
And we might need Jesus but we also need food
There's a lot big people, places I ain't been
They all don't know about the shape I'm in

[Chorus]

Daddy's gone, mama tried
Everybody's got their own kind of suicide
Do not criticize what you don't know
And don't call it hell if you're too afraid to go

[Chorus]

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