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Don’t need new sneakers
‘cause you’ll never find your feet
Don’t need no lock ‘n’ key
You got the worst house on the street
You gambled everything
And got busted, broke and beat
Your luck was runny
Now you got no money

Don’t bother makin’ up yo mind
You got no choice
You got no pull, got no sway
And you ain’t got no voice
No rainbows in the sky
Under which you can rejoice
It’s not too sunny
When you don’t have money

So you traced your evil
Back to its root
And fully resisted
Forbidden fruit?
Well ain’t you clever
And ain’t you cute
Why you haven’t offed yourself,
I can’t compute

Some people set aside
Retirement pensions
Some people stay awhile
In houses of detention
You have success –
It’s just in a state of suspension
Ain’t fate funny
When you don’t have any money?

Hit the bricks, pal
You couldn’t close a window
Couldn’t hit water if you fell from a boat
Couldn’t keep up with your shadow
Looks like you’d better 
Get used to this gutter –
A far cry from the meadow
Full of fawns and furry bunnies
Now that you’ve lost the money

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