This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there And I think I know who you are
I got to get a job Got to get some pay My son's gotta go to art school He's leaving in three days And the tv's in esperanto* You know that that's a bitch But alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey
Well I ain't feeling happy About the state of things in my life But I'm working to make it better With a six of miller high life Just drinking and a-driving Making sure my dues get paid Because alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey
Well I ain't feeling happy About the state of things in my life But I'm working to make it better With a six of miller high life Just drinking and a-driving Making sure my dues get paid Because alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey
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