I'm hanging on
A shoestring
In a one-horse town
Life's a bottomless
Pit over here
You're kept on
A tight leash
Just marking time
I get no natch trip
From sticking around
Trying to move over
But have cold feet
Whenever they throw a fit
I don't give a hoot
If I am called dumb
We're all standing here
At the tail-end
Of a long silent line
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