Sometimes I think of all the places I don`t wanna go
Then I think of all the things I never wanna do
I think of all the people I didn`t wanna meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you`re trapped behind your golden bars
I`m the prince of poverty I hang around in bars
Your life`s a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life`s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
You disgust me I see through your macho lies
I`ll fight everything you stand for
There`s something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn
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