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Oh this hurricane's blowing us thin This never ending swirl of American sin Where I strayed on my knees to a bottomless cage Where they throw dollar bills and hope to be saved The poshest scarf on the warmest day... Its enough to make you give up ...she says... I know I know I know ...it shows As we sleep in this broken Cadillac We watch the world leave it doesn't look back I gotta say that...when my heart attacks Don't return it...it will fire right back... So let's just lie here as they paint us black... Oh this earthquake is shaking our hands Free at the wrists just as we started a dance The hardest thing next to diamond rings Is the coats we have to wear just to make ends meet I got this year and fifty more to beat... Its enough to make you give up...she says... I know I know I know...so let go... The nervous ticks only the holy get The country treats as the cities get sick The lunatics and the Harlem tricks The country treats as we all get sick... (Thanks to Mark for these lyrics) From Letras Mania