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Andrew Cedermark
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Men In Jail
Now we live in an old fleabag apartment where pigeon shit is copied and pasted all over. It's ugly, otherwise we like it:You can almost see the river, there's a good bar near, and we know a couple people. But if we were food, this is how we'd be farmed: In sky-scraping brick cages with windows to expensive stuff. And if they milk us for a little bit more, baby, that could be ours! Well, listen! Nobody's here to make any friends. And I just want to be your lover; that's all I ever wanted from this place that wants nothing from us Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I wish I could say that I moved to New York for a dream, but it was on a lark. The world has no use for another fuckin' idiot who aims to do no harm but can't help anyone. All is lost! Jail couldn't be worse suffering ... but I couldn't hurt anyone!
I walk around rapping my tin cup, just a-wonderin' what I'm a-gonna do ... and I wonder if, in jail, men dream too?
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