BROADCASTER LYRICS

"Work"

yeah, well no one really understands
a shopping cart is filled with cans
and a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn
and a poster, and some magazines
and a picture, and some magic beans
and a record that i got when i was born

different people do the same things everyday
i just look the other way
yeah, i keep on rolling, keep on rolling
i deny a problem with my attitude
cause i will work for food
yeah, i keep on rolling, keep on rolling

i wasn't always paranoid
i sang a couple of my songs
but the records never sold and that was bad
and my mom and dad took care of me
till i was almost twenty three
and now i can't afford to pay them back

the sheriffs came with pistols and their starry sleeves
and give me thirty days to leave
yeah, i keep on rolling, keep on rolling
no one wants to pay me for my broken heart
so now i've got this shopping cart
yeah, i keep on rolling, keep on rolling on

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