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| Poverty Train Last call for the poverty train Last call for the poverty train It looks good and dirty On shiny light strip And if you don't get beat You got yourself a trip You can see the walls roar See your brains on the floor Become God Become cripple Become funky and split Why was I born? Oh baby, I just saw the devil And he's smiling at me I heard my bones cry Devil, why's it got to be? Devil played with my brother Devil drove my mother Now, the tears in the gutter Are flooding the sea Why was I born? Oh baby, it looks good and dirty Them shiny lights glow A million night tramps Tricks and tracks Will come and go You're starvin' today But who cares anyway? Baby, it feels like I'm dying Now, I swear there's something better than Gettin' off on sweet cocaine It feels so good It feels so good Getting off the poverty train Morning.. |