I wake up every evening with a big smile on my faceAnd it never feels out of placeAnd you’re still probably working at a 9 to 5 paceI wonder how bad that tastes When you see my faceHope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hellWhen you walk my wayHope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell Now where’s your picket fence, love?And where’s that shiny car?And did it ever get you far?You never
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