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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...