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Well, I ain't got a job as I stand knee deep in MondayEmpty pockets as broke as I can beTried to sell my soul but the devil Just told me "No Way,Wouldn't take it man If you Paid me."So I laughed out loud and hung up on the landlordBetter take a number if you want to get a piece of meBailing out, but I just can't find the rip cordNow the ground is coming up at meSo I got a guitar makes a mellow soundA I wear it like a hat when the shit comes downAll want to do is try and live my lifeBut there's people coming at me with a fork and knifeIt's all becoming clear right nowEverybody wants to eat my sacred cowEverybody wants to eat my sacred cowWell, she talks too much but she looks good when she's nakedShe said she wanted love but I must have misunderstoodI wouldn't have drank that wine if I knew that it was sacredBut I'm telling you it sure taste goodEntitlementsAfter diner mintsLetras de cancionesAnd condimentsWhere is my free stuff?GuaranteeMobilityLiabilityWhere is my free stuff? From Letras Mania