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Got to wipe my feet off, now Got to kick the shoes There's a lot of empties on the ground Got to fill some new ones I know some day they're gonna Exercise a reasonable amount Of strain on my simple way A simple lack of feeling A simple lack of fuel A simple lack of energy to play Create, and make it through the day I know some day they're gonna Exercise a reasonable amount Of strain on my simple way I know some day they're gonna separate The part of the brain that can discriminate The friendly from the enemy You are the enemy... There's a lot of bodies on the ground I know. I used to be one I learned I'm not the kind of guy Who'd cheat a friend to make it through the day I know some day they're gonna Exercise a reasonable amount Of strain on my simple way You are the enemy...