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STOCKYARD STOICS lyrics : "Not For Sale"

There's boozy bores with cocaine sores
Pumped up junked up society !@^%s
Credit cards in old man bars

Guys jacking off in subway cars
Swilling shilling system villians
Shallow sharks gonna make a killing

Wife beating soul eating
Cheating's only fair


We live in a big city
Take a look around
We live in a big city

Just like any other town

There's backstabbing tongues flapping

Last gasp no class $$# grabbing
Lechery and treachery
Lobotomy won't set you free

No good low down slippery eels
Push dirty deals and tasty snacks
The dogs are snapping at your heels

You're falling through the cracks

We live in a big city

Take a look around
We live in a big city
Just like any other town


You best get running from the time you hit the ground
There's a man on the street wants a bite to eat

He's got a pain in his brain and sores on his feet
Policeman turns his head annoyed
And the wide-eyed tourist takes a polaroid

Now the man on the street screams bloody hell
And the papers want to know what he's got to sell
While the folks on the street just walk on by

They know his story well
They know the reason why


We live in a big city
Take a look around
We live in a big city

Just like any other town

You best get running from the time you hit the ground


There's a man on the street wants a bite to eat
He's got a pain in his brain and sores on his feet

Politicians turn their heads away
From the moan and the groan of the mounting fray
Now the man on the street screams bloody hell

And the I.S.O. wants him to join their cell
And the papers want to know what he's got to sell
But some things aren't for sale

Never have been never will

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