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I'm tryn' real hard
But it's feelin' like shit. Mister Man runnin' around on his government trip. I tried sliden' by but he get me every time. The man can't get his so he's gota take mine. That's what he's there for, That's what he's there for, To keep you in line To take yours and mine. You'll work for your life Life will pass you by and by. He'll beat you down with his crown, laugh as you cry. People like you and I We'll never see him down. But it's there you know he's scared, soon he must die. But that's what he's there for, That's what he's there for, He keeps on lien' To keep you tryn' And takes yours and mine
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