They run in packs to the bars at night They think that they got it nice You can't see that they're livin' in a fool's paradise They been taught for years to think That's what their freedom is Waht kind of bourbon they're ALLOWED to choose to pour over their ice! Just like a giant playpen All the children play with their toys That they get for being such GOOD little girls and boys All of your life you're taught to obey THEY make it nice if you do what they say But if you don't play their game Then they put you away! And you just keep on sayin' YEE-HAW bud Throw me another one o' them brewdoggies I'm gonna get so fucked up I can't see how bad they're fuckin' ME! Packed like sardines, stinkin' with sweat Takes an hour to get what you wanna get But you never quite get it, do you? They keep you on a carnival horse Chasin' after that golden ring They let you get so fucked up that you forget everything... Like how bad they're fuckin' you up!
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