Culture Vulture

Numbers turn to money,

Ain't it funny how it built

To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption

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There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives,

As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives,

Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention

Or for his or her's affection

Fall out of cover and collection

No viagra, no erection,

No issurance, no protection,

And no cure and no prevention

Did you ever think to mention

The smaller house the smaller town

Where

does the rounds

Giant fish in tiny ponds

Where nothings really going on

And everyone knows everyone

And everybody's "goings on"

And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along

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The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three

Or four or five or six or ten,

You'll never be the same again

And people won't remember you

Your children and your children's dues

We'll hope in gods

And place to dig the hole for their remains

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

Do I feel so (name) and so uptight

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Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight

I hope I sleep tonight

So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way

Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friend's new status

Tell them all about those bangs

Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died,

Let's see what's on the other side

And no one cares cause no one minds

Cause everybody's filled their time with everything that's going on

And on and on and on and on

And on until the end of times

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Growing up and getting older

Just another culture vulture