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You're red-eyed and dog tired
Tied to the world with a skinny telephone wire
If you don't write then I won't call
And we'll hang Father Time as the cause of it all
The cars on the freeway look like ants in a row
With the hustle and the bustle and the go, go, go
We're all just dogs locked inside a cage
Freedom only goes as far as the length of your chain
The undertakers got golden fillings and a long pointed tail
One pocket full of money and the other full of nails
His wife wears high heels and loves to go out shopping
They'll both ride to hell in a Cadillac coffin
Folks only understand a bank book bible and a gold platted pew
They see Jesus' face on a hundred dollar bill
The size of their wallet is the size of their soul
When they get down on their knees they pray to silver and gold