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Good goddamn what a masterpiece Laid out on the street in front of me Good goddamn another tragedy Laid out on the street in front of me Prices go up and they don’t come down Costs forty bucks just to hang around I know people sleeping on the ground Prices go up and they don’t come down I wanna know where my money went I want a new fucking president Wanna believe that God is benevolent And I wanna know where my money went Yeah, ooooo We all suffer Under the cover of the night Undеr the cover of the night Wе all suffer Yeah, ooooo Painkillers and nicotine White bread and trashy T.V You can drink yourself half-asleep Just don’t do it in front of me Letras de canciones Bad actors in politics I can’t take too much more of this I’m looking for a more permanent fix Like a deep dark hole in a ditch We sit in our living rooms And become what we consume There’s nothing old and nothing new Just whatever’s in front of you Yeah, ooooo We all suffer Under the cover of the night Under the cover of the night We all suffer Yeah, ooooo We all suffer Fighting our ordinary fight Fighting our ordinary fight We all suffer From Letras Mania