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You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits I was an artist before I became this Can you believe I used to do this for free? I want your money, I want your power I want the choice to get out of this town Nowhere to go You can't build nothing on unknowns I've got a house and a family to raise Don't grow on trees so it won't grow on praise If you believe Pull out your pockets for me I'll tip my hat to the ground where I stand I'll beg for scraps from some kind-hearted man Can you believe That I used to suck dick for free? You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits I was an artist before I became this Can you believe That I used to suck dick for free? From Letras Mania