Some is rich, and some is poor
That's the way the world is
But I don't believe in lying back
Sayin' how bad your luck is
So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Breack your back to earn your pay
And don't forget to grovel
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us
While we was being clever?
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
'Cos that's where we're spinning
There's no point to wanna comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
Run rubbit run
Strike out boy, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
And I know that they never will
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