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It’s outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor
Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure
It’s a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain
It’s outrageous a man like me stand here and complain

But I’m tired
Nine hundred sit-ups a day
I’m painting my hair the color of mud–mud, okay?
I’m tired, tired
Anybody care what I say? No!
I’m painting my hair the color of mud

Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Aw, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?

It’s outrageous, the food they try to serve in a public school
Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you’re some of clinical fool
It’s a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love
It’s outrageous I can’t stop thinking ‘bout the things I’m thinking of

And I’m tired
Nine hundred sit-ups a day
I’m painting my hair the color of mud–mud, okay?
I’m tired, tired, anybody care what I say? No!
I’m painting my hair the color of mud

Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?

Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?

God will
Like He waters the flowers on your windowsill
Take me
I’m an ordinary player in the key of C
And my will
Was broken by my pride and my vanity

Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will
Like He waters the flowers on your windowsill
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?

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