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I'd love to never think again
'Bout money, 'bout a purpose, 'bout my friends
I'm not finding any joy in comparison
Everywhere I look another dead end

Only fools chase gold, only good boys
That's a rat race like they give us no choice
We could die young, what we waiting for?
Knocking outside, when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door

Everything's on fire only bad luck
While we stand in line and we suck up
God must have died a long time ago
Still knocking outside when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door

Could you tell me anything that's more American than telling everybody that they should stay out of politics?
Only pointing out the fire and the smoke
Piss off, kick rock, go choke

Only fools chase gold, such a good boy
That's a rat race but they give us no choice
We could die young, what we waiting for?
Knocking outside, when we could bang down the door

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
When we could bang down the door

It's getting harder every day to keep alive a little
When everything's on fire and we hurling towards oblivion

feito

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