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| Song: | Bread And Butter |  
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| Year: |  | Length: | 254 sec |  Lyrics: 
 Tell me, say it againHow things are getting better
 I'll pretend I believe it
 As long as this foot's on my neck
 Now what's being taken away?
 What else am I giving up?
 (So how do you like your new house?)
 Shut up, not yet, don't interrupt!
 Choke on illusion and myth
 I believe in pistons
 Trusted malls and movie
 That's how the bait and the hook
 Plays one against the other
 Playing games is my bread and butter, now!
 (How do you like your new house?
 How do you like your new job?)
 You say you never got 'em?
 No kidding, me neither
 (So what do you think of that new car?
 What do you think of those new clothes?)
 Come on, tell me, no one's listening
 How you thought there'd always be plenty
 Of bread and butter
 
 Held back, biting my tongue
 With great expectations
 I learned your language
 Now I know how to curse
 Threats that keep me in line
 Lie or lose my bread and butter
 (So how do you like your new house?)
 Wait a minute, I'm almost finished!
 Can't drug or dance it away
 Can't get away from it all
 Guess what? I'm it
 As the world winds down
 And I slam into limits
 Frozen in and frozen out of my
 Bread and butter
 (How do you like your new house?
 How do you like your new job?)
 You say you never got 'em?
 No kidding, me neither
 (So what do you think of that new car?
 What do you think of those new clothes?)
 Come on, tell me, no one's listening
 How you thought there'd always be plenty
 Of bread and butter
 
 
		
		
	
 
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