Dotted Line
Sign on the dotted line
You'll be just fine
There goes your life
There goes your wife
Twenty more years
Many more tears
There goes all my pay
Wallets running on empty today
Can't afford to play
Once was a free man understand
Now your standing in quicksand
Which way is up or down
Its why do you wear that frown
Pay for my house
But can't afford to feed a mouse
Go to work don't miss a day
No time to play
Your a slave
Ride the wave
To an early grave
No time to stop
You'll never reach the top
What is the week end
There's no money to spend
Gone with the wind
Driving a car that won't go
That's way to slow
Your for sure hired
Now your fired
Find a job anew
Since the last one you blew
Disgrace
Living the rat race
Leaves this look on your face
Round and round you go
Yet you have nothing to show
Meeting yourself at the door
Can't give no more
Yet more you want
With letters that haunt
Sometimes taunt
Slowly sinking on dry land
Only thing I need to understand
I'm going to have to find someone to rob
Just so i can pay Bob
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