of West Broadway The bag lady wanders Fifty cents rent goes pretty far, when you live in a subway car One stop's the same as another Even Son of Sam
' First you need some fertilizer, it's the shit For construction of a bomb, also the main ingredient Some ammonium nitrate, preferably light-weight Rent
but the money's spent Working through the night trying to pay the rent And you think you'll never find your way You wanna stop sleeping throughout the day
Lord we pray, give us this day Our daily bread Every week it costs the meek Another arm and leg Lord we pray, the american way, Cut us a break Who can
out well there's not really to much more i work for a living and i get it done i'm just another working class whore. day in day out same old thing
out the shop Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top 'Strictly Business' is the album that we play 'You're A Customer', the pick of the day Now there
fight And I've known that I'd have to live Through suffering and youth But I'm the landlord of my dreams now And my tenets rent is due Something is
Heaven sent instrument My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes For your soul and your mental That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
Shot her in the stomach and she lost her child Just another police related death Those teenage boys from Texas caught with a little dope It was Black Freedom Day
Working hard from day to day now, I get a check that barely lasts I'm just another no choice member in Uncle Sam's desperation class Finding it hard
White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they
Well it's been a long time, glad to see your face I knew we'd meet again, another time another place Can't believe it's been so many years You better
Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White Another lonely motel room another lonely night I gotta ride on a bronc called Certain Doom and I need to show 85
national anthem goes I'd make every day a holiday I wish I was the President A mandatory raise for the underpaid I wish I was the President It's the end of the month another
Ha ha ha ha Laugh out loud Ha ha ha ha Laugh out loud The day I left my mother and my father and my sister Lookin' for a job to pay the rent and buy
Some people will rob their mother for the ends Rats snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further
, that bleak December day, The landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away They set my roof on fire, with their cursed english spleen And that's another
What now my love, now that you've left me How can I live, through another day? Watching my dreams, turning to ashes And my hopes into bits of clay What