| Jimmy got nothing made himself a name
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| With a gun that he polished for a rainy day
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| A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie
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| Our boy jimmy just blew them all away
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| He said it made him crazy
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| Twenty five years living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
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| Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep
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| She needs her mother but her mother is dead
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| Just another hooker that the lucky can forget
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| Just another hooker
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| It happens everyday
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| She loved her little baby
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| But she couldn’t bear to see her living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
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| She believed in the gods of America
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| She believed in the land of the free
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| But no one told her
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| That the gods believe in nothing
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| So with empty hands she prayed
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| And from day to hopeless day
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| They still don’t see her
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| Everybody talks about the new generation
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| Jump on the wagon or they’ll leave you behind
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| But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation
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| I’d like to help you buddy, but I haven’t got the time
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| Somebody shouted save me
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| But everybody started living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
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| There’s a big white lady
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| On a big white doorstep
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| She asked her daddy and her daddy said yes
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| Have to give a little for the dollars that we get
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| Have to give a little —
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| They say it’s for the best
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| Somebody shouted
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| Maybe
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| But they keep on living from her hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
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| So she ran to the arms of America
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| And she kissed the powers that be
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| And someone told me
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| That the gods believe in nothing
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| So with empty arms I pray
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| And I tell myself
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| One day
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| They just might see me… |