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FATCAT
 There's a whole ‘nuther bag if you finish that. Breaking out baste on the side of the sack Another bag hits in the hole of my back. Punch my card in the click of the lock with a ricci ticci ticci ticky ticky tock Red clock cried on the rise of a break, This whole design is entirely fake Fat cat pound on the side of my head, office time entirely dead sell my face a temperature gage, pour my blood in an hourly wage Fat Cat don’t you rail on my head Fat Cat just get outta my bed Fat Cat splat on the side of the street Fat Cat melt in a blaze of white heat XYLOPHONE SOLO FLUTE SOLO What's a matter fatcat, you can't eat that? There's a whole nuther bag if you finish that Spreadsheet cell on the side of my sheet, Bar graph melts in the black of the street. Fat cat won’t you give me a raise? Don’t you know I have to get paid? I can’t work for a piece of the pie Every quarter I die and I die Fatcat, fatcat, fatcat, fatcat Fatcat won’t you give me the stock, sand grout down the break of a rock Paychecks float away in the bleed, don’t forget to crawl on your knees Fatcat, fatcat, fatcat, fatcat Fatcat wailed on the side of my bed That cat died in my head Fat cat died on the fade of the street Beauty meat, serrated, complete. Written by the TOMBSTONE TEETH Recorded 2004, Retromedia Studios, Red Bank NJ Appears on the full length Album: BELLS OF ORCHIDS OC-0007 Djangus Khan: Percussion, Drums Bread Morton: Acoustic and Electric guitar
ah, working for the "man". Compromising your time and your
soul as a means to survive, as a means to support your
lifestyle. Earning a wage to make someone else richer.
2) How many famous people can you name who have been decapitated? 3) Why are the scientists bewildered?
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