This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there

And i think i know who you are



I got to get a job

Got to get some pay

My son's gotta go to art school

He's leaving in three days

And the tv's in esperanto*

You know that that's a bitch

But alienation's for the rich

And i'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey



Well i ain't feeling happy

About the state of things in my life

But i'm working to make it better

With a six of miller high life

Just drinking and a-driving

Making sure my dues get paid

Because alienation's for the rich

And i'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey



Well i ain't feeling happy

About the state of things in my life

But i'm working to make it better

With a six of miller high life

Just drinking and a-driving

Making sure my dues get paid

Because alienation's for the rich

And i'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey


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