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Pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a rowon the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snowwhere the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crowpretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a rowCuz it's a long way to and a short ride from the topit's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stopit's a long way to and a short ride from the topyour hand begins to slip or they cuteither way you dropYour small apartment is a mess but you don't seem to carethe dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chairHigher grows the stack of bills that calmly declareif you don't pay within a week then your shit is theirs You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to closethe seven dollars that they pay, son, is good as a broken nosewhen no one's watchin' you pull your pants down and touch you toesyour undercut n' your exploited but that's how the country grows Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride to the topit's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stopit's a long way to and a short ride from the topyour hand begins to slip or cuteither way you take what they have stolenLetras de cancionesor you try to break what can't be brokenyou can speak what you believebut every thought comes preconceivedyou try to wash your hands of thisclear your conscience and dismisspretend our problems don't existwe're takin' aspirin for a broken wristcuz it's a long, long way to the topit's a rotten middle finger but the cancer will not stopit's a long, long way to the topyour hand begins to slip or cuteither way we... From Letras Mania