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 Money, money, money, I gotta find a jobIt's not very funny it'getting kind of hard
 I'm standing on the corner I'm watchimg every move
 If I had a gun I might even have a shoot
 
 I don't want to live in your pain
 Everybody here wants a bit of my brain
 I'm going insane, too late, it's too late, baby
 
 It's too late, it's too late
 
 Worry, worry, worry, I think I'm gonna start a real war
 Hurry, hurry, hurry, don't let the draft in througth the door
 Shooting has already started I saw last night on TV
 I'm a paranoid boy because we're targets you and me
 
 I don't want to live in this dream
 I don't want to see another hero sit on his hands
 City in flames, it's too late, it's too late, baby
 
 It's too late, it's too late
 It's too late, baby, too late
 It's too late, baby, too late
 It's too late, baby, too late, too late, too late, too late
 It's too late, baby, too late
 Ahh, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
 
 Have a piece of smoke keeps getting better all the time
 Go on freeze it with my cocaine long as its yours, not mine
 Military's got the power all the time you think you're free
 Chewing on Quaaludes and waiting for World War Three
 
 I don't want to live your pain
 Everybody here wants a bit of my brain
 I'm going insane, too late, it's too late, baby
 
 It's too late, it's too late
 It's too late, baby, too late, too late, too late
 It's too late, baby, too late
 It's too late, baby, too late, yeah
 It's too late, baby, too late, oh
 It's never too late, no
 Too late!!!
 
 
		
		
	
 
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