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Numbers turn to money, Ain't it funny how it built To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption[?] There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives, As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives, Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention Or for his or her's affection Fall out of cover and collection No viagra, no erection, No issurance, no protection, And no cure and no prevention Did you ever think to mention The smaller house the smaller town Where [?] does the rounds Giant fish in tiny ponds Where nothings really going on And everyone knows everyone And everybody's "goings on" And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along A-N-X-I-E-T-Y The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three Or four or five or six or ten, You'll never be the same again And people won't remember you Letras de cancionesYour children and your children's dues We'll hope in gods And place to dig the hole for their remains A-N-X-I-E-T-Y Do I feel so (name) and so uptight A-N-X-I-E-T-Y Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight I hope I sleep tonight So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friend's new status Tell them all about those bangs Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died, Let's see what's on the other side And no one cares cause no one minds Cause everybody's filled their time with everything that's going on And on and on and on and on And on until the end of times [?] Growing up and getting older Just another culture vulture From Letras Mania