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Verse 1:
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The moon is hanging in the purple sky
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Baby's sleeping while its mother sighs
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Talking 'bout the rich folks
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Rich folks have the same jokes
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And they park in basic places
Verse 2:
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The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
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He counts his money then he paints you saved
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Talking to the young folks
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Young folks share the same jokes
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But they meet in older places
Chorus:
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So don't tell me about your success
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Nor your recipes for my happiness
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Smoke in bed
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I never could digest
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Those illusions you claim to have going
Verse 3:
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The sun is shining as it's always done
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Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
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Talking 'bout the rich folks
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The poor create the rich hoax
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And only late breast-fed fools believe it
Chorus:
Em F# Bm
So don't tell me about your success
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Nor your recipes for my happiness
Em F#
Smoke in bed
Bm
I never could digest
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Those illusions you claim to have going