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You gotta pay your rent somehow.
Ain't got no job, ain't got no life.
You don't know how you ended up being like this:
Drunken, lonely and isolated.


You sit alone at your office.
With a gun in your hand you stare to the barrel.
She took the kids away and left you.
You've never felt this alone.

Along this endless road you'll lose all your hope.
You're welcome to the home of desolation.
But do you have a soul cause you sold it times ago?
Ain't got no place to go but home of desolation.


With revolution in your mind
You swear you'll never be the same as all those
who walk the streets holding their heads down.
But you will end up just like them.

Along this endless road you'll lose all your hope.
You're welcome to the home of desolation.
But do you have a soul cause you sold it times ago?
Ain't got no place to go but home of desolation.

Trying to find the reason why you're even born.
Why all your hopes are crashed down, why all your dreams are worn...
Worn out... You gotta find something to live for.

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