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hands up hands upall in the rutyeah do the chicken scratch for the next cigarette buttwhere me and jesus christ were on the corner trying to hail a cabbut we can't catch a cab cause jesus is a black manmy grand daddy was born into the great depressionand he may exit this life in the great recessionwhere red light cameras flash when they catch yaand ink drooling toodlers with toys from chinathats just crimes of the futurewhere one plus one equals threeyeah you'll find medown on the street corner four dudes behind meand we'll be the pot of goldat the end of your gasoline rainbowwhat's a poor boy to do except sing in a band?what's a poor boy to do with the world in his hands?well get your hands up hands upall in a rut and do the chicken scratch for your last cigarette butt From Letras Mania