Culture Vulture

Numbers turn to money,
Aint it funny how it built
To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption
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Theres reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives,
As long as its within the privacy of our own private lives,
Stuck with no direction seeking everyones attention
Or for his or hers affection
Fall out of cover and collection
No viagra, no erection,
No issurance, no protection,
And no cure and no prevention
Did you ever think to mention
The smaller house the smaller town
Where
does the rounds
Giant fish in tiny ponds
Where nothings really going on
And everyone knows everyone
And everybodys 'goings on'
And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along
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The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three
Or four or five or six or ten,
Youll never be the same again
And people wont remember you
Your children and your childrens dues
Well hope in gods
And place to dig the hole for their remains
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Do I feel so (name) and so uptight
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Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight
I hope I sleep tonight
So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way
Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friends new status
Tell them all about those bangs
Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died,
Lets see whats on the other side
And no one cares cause noone minds
Cause everybodys filled their time with everything thats going on
And on and on and on and on
And on until the end of times
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Growing up and getting older
Just another culture vulture