M.O.D.
get a real job
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Standing on a corner
Frozen to the bone
You have to make a living
But you'd rather be at home
Your eyes start getting heavy
Still you forge on
Wake up and face the world
And get a real job
Get a real job
You get a little older
Your bones are brittle and weak
Dizzy in the morning
Your pulse is sounding weak
You hate to go to work
Just living for a job
Wake up and smell the coffee
And get a real job
Get a real job
Get a real job
Get a real job
Get a real job
Soon you will retire
Or maybe have a stroke
You cannot feel your finger tips
Because some veins have closed
But still you drive a hack
Or push a hot dog cart
Now it's too late for you
To get a real job
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- The Rebel You Love To Hate
- Miscellaneous
- U.S.A. For M.O.D.
- Devolution
- Loved by Thousands... Hated by Millions
- Gross Misconduct
- Rhythm of Fear
- Dictated Aggression
- KnuckleTracks #52
- Crossover
- Rebel You Love to Hate
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 68
- The Harder, The Better: Volume Nine
- Virtual Bodiez, Volume 1