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Less Than Jake Losing Streak

Something's not right Urban sprawl from urban blight Something's not right When history turns into a building site Locked out Fenced up Closed down without

There was a time when I could say it right to you that I was never going to leave this place but now its "I was wrong" and "I don't wanna fucking talk

Dopeman's got another big plan To sell it to you or anyone he can Because this is much better than minimum wage And no matter how things they can Because

It seems I can't explain it all All the reasons gone And I just can't seem to shake what I've always been brought up on And well, it's hard to say and

Happyman smiles almost every single day Too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze He's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do Choked by

I know you'll be around short sighted and undecided and you'll know where I'll be found Just another day of smoking cigarettes apathetic, and just plain

Unless you could see inside my head, you couldn't possibly understand I'm happier when things are falling apart at the seems and you'd never know just

When it all came down, on that saturday night, should I choose a side, at 9th at Pine. Can we still say we're civilized, watched some kid down at 9th

Dopeman dopeman's got another big plan to sell it to you or anyone he can because this is much better than minimum wage no matter how things work he'