Rich/Poor

[Verse 1]
You keep your ear so close to the ground
Well your prophet speaks and there's no one around
And it's a grand old time for broken glass
And it's all we ever need

[Verse 2]
You dig them holes and never find a dime
You can't pretend it's not a waste of time
And the payphones ring 'til you burn 'em down
It's my kind of town

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[Verse 3]
You lie before the change of pace
When you're set dead last in a wasted race
And it's the cold hard facts that'll bring me to tears
That's the way it goes

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