Vicariosity
Spend a dollar and recieve no change.
Go ahead and hollar and just feel strange.
Take a walk right off the ledge.
Don't bother trying to balance on the edge.
The Six-o-Clock News will tell it with no pity.
And feed the beast of vicariosity.
How'd you do?
Wha'd it cost?
Hey I heard.
You say you lost?
Whew!
Thats too bad.
Hey I'll see you later. Boy, I'll bet he's mad.
Belly up and blurt it out.
And tell it like it is.
It's on the wire, you had it out with your girlfriend Liz.
Let me get that, your money's no good.
Come on friend, it's a small neighborhood.
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