Song lyrics:
I’ve been selling my soul, working all day
Overtime hours, bullsh** pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
It’s a damn shame
What the world’s gotten to
People like me, people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is
Oh it is
Livin’ in the new world, with an old soul
The rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
Your dollar ain’t sh**, and it’s taxed to no end
Cuz of rich men north of Richmond
I wish politicians would look out for miners
Not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin’ to eat
And the obese milkin’ welfare
God if you’re five foot three and you’re three hundred pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground
Cuz all this damn country does is keep on kicking them down
Lord, it’s a damn shame
What the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Living in the new world with an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just want to have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
‘Cause your dollar ain’t sh** and it’s taxed to no end
Cuz of rich men north of Richmond
I’ve been selling my soul working all day
Overtime hours for bullsh** pay
dmwilsonh
npub1v9…rwrjk
2023-08-12 19:13:29
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