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When I was young my mother said someday son, you're gonna wind up dead 'cause five to nine wonder why you're still alive you'll wind up working nine to five Nine till five is eight till six getting by *gibberish* They make ya wait in line just to get your fix Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Until the day I die I'll break my back and whine to *gibberish* and make a stack, and sit right back, and drink his wine Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (OW) Well, the bills roll in and there aint no doubt ya dug a hole and ya cant get out, and it's enough to make ya wanna scream and shout. Until the day I die I'll break my back and whine so *gibberish* and make a stack, and sit right back, and drink his wine Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Until the day I die I'll break my back and whine so *gibberish* and make a stack, and sit right back, and drink his wine Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (Scream)
Writer(s): William Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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