| Once upon a time in the land of plenty
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| The land of lawyers, guns and money
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| A funny little thing we all call greed
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| Brought my hometown down to its knees
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| A little bit worried about the shape I’m in
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| Baby needs shoes and the wallet’s thin
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| Got no gas or electricity
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| But everybody’s singin' in harmony…
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| Sell me up, sell me down
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| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
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| Take my house, take my car
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| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar
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| Take my crib, take my car
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| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar
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| No block party, everybody’s evicted
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| No street lights, no runnin' liquids
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| I got no room on my credit card
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| And I’m three court dates from the prison yard
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| My credit score’s fallen like the New York Mets
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| There ain’t a debt collector that ain’t called yet
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| They say money don’t talk, it only swears
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| Got me cussing in my underwear
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| Sell me up, sell me down
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| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
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| Take my house, take my car
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| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar
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| Take my crib, take my car
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| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar
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| Once upon a time in America
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| The politicians went and fell outta love
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| There was a raping of the common man
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| And left us sittin' here without no plan
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| Swimmin' through bills like Michael Phelps
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| Down and out and can’t get no help
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| The kids are hungry
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| Peepin' French Poodles
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| Pickin' through dumpsters for Ramen noodles
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| Standin' in line with a family to feed
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| Tradin' Manhattan for Indian beads
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| It’s been a long time since we felt good
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| Got everybody waitin' on Robin Hood
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| Sell me up, sell me down
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| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
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| Take my house, take my car
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| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar
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| Take my crib, take my car
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| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar
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| Once upon a time in America
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| The politicians went and fell outta love
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| There was a raping of the common man
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| And left us sittin' here without no plan
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| Sell me up, sell me down
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| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
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| Take my house, take my car
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| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar
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| Take my crib, take my car
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| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar |