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Blue crested collar man     (an origional song)


i'm out on the fringe
with a stringless guitar
the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far
hard times are a coming in a fossil loving car

big men stand up with their heads in the sky
angels dressed in white raise the taxes oh so high
for the blue crested collar man who can't even afford to die

(chorus)
cause everybody knows or at least they should by now
that not a thing can follow you when all the lights go out
so you can boil that bitter brew and feed it to the poor
but tell me what your gonna do when they wont eat no more
(end chorus)


i'm breakin my back just to hold you up
you can tell i'm thirsty but all i get is your empty cup
you make me go and fill it cause you can't get enough

i'm out on the fringe straining my ear
for the voices of the ones who lock themselves inside from fear
it's the great thief of time and it steals another year

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