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My friends have jobs that they hate But they show up anyway Your friends complain about the help in their estates My friends got stories to believe but there’s no one listening Your friends never shut up but they ain’t saying anything Ask your daddy Why we look at you the way we do With pity and disgust Ask your daddy What it’s like To angry, to be hungry, to be us My friends do shit to feed their kids they ain’t too proud to admit Your kids get spray-tan absentees who can’t commit My friends are downsized, ostracized and unionized And are we self-righteous? Goddamned straight we got a right Ask your daddy Why we look at you the way we do With pity and disgust Ask your daddy What it’s like To angry, to be hungry, to be us You got no business doing business with us You got no business doing business with us You got no business doing business with us You got no business doing business with us Ask your daddy Why we look at you the way we do With pity and disgust Ask your daddy What it’s like To angry, to be hungry, to be us |
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