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Stockyard Stoics

I lived fifty-four dollars today I threw all of my chances away To get what I want To be all that I dream Chalk one more up for the American scream [

The stars they sure shine brighter out here And we've got nothing much to do The same old ghosts come around Running aground on the lonely avenue All

Justice denied! You're laughing you're crying Before you know it you'll be dying, young Another angry son It's too fast for you to run Too far for you

Oh Jason He don't need a reason And it's always the season For getting loose and unbent He can't pay the rent And Rachel has seen one too many late nights

Sad songs Well the good guys keep on getting fucked While the bastards they have all the luck Lie and cheat and kill and steal And smiling wheel and

Another transient counter-cultural phase Identity expires in ninety days My face don't change with the clothes I choose to wear And the world don't change

(with apologies to our comrades in Criminal Class USA for accidentally and not on purpose stealing the entire chorus melody from their song "Southern

The rent comes up and the hammer down There'll be no reprieve The artists and the working class are quietly urged to leave It's the dawn of a brand new

He's been knocked down He's been fucked up Betrayed and he thought he'd never laugh again He's been spat on He's been turned off Disdained and he thought