[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Put your cigarette out and get your hat back on
Don t mix up which is which
They don t pay you enough to work
Well they don t pay me enough to bitch
Boss ain t as smart as he d like to be
But he ain t nearly as dumb as you think
He just wants evolution on budget with a schedule to keep
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[Verse 2]
Suburban four lanes moving like blood through an
old man s dying heart
Nothing but time to keep hope alive at the speed of a stream of tar
He bought in young and I have no doubt
he s gonna cash out with a winning deal
Trophy tail wives taking boner pill rides for the
price of a happy meal
[Chorus]
Shit shots count and the table is tilted
Just pay the man who levels the floor
Pride s what you charge a proud man for having
Shame is what you sell to a
Meatâs just meat and itâs all born dying,
some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody s got to mop up the A1,
somebody s got to mop up the blood
[Guitar solo over]
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[Bridge]
High ground ain t high enough
To kill you quick if you fall
Idealistically speaking it sounds like you ain t listening at all
Friday night riches are all you re ever gonna need until the
fight in you on Monday s gone
One more drag tuck your hair in your hat
Don t act so surprised try not to look so lost
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[Chorus]
Shit shots count and the table is tilted
Just pay the man who levels the floor
Pride s what you charge a proud man for having
Shame is what you sell to a
Meatâs just meat and itâs all born dying,
some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody s got to mop up the A1,
somebody s got to mop up the blood
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