D. Barrett, J. Gittleman)

To put up with the output

I don't think about it,

hold on and hold out

or I'd be left out without it

Things better get better

I gotta get

thing's should get good

but they haven't yet

while these things keep bringing

and bringing me grief

I've got that one something

that still brings relief



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cowboy coffee and chemical cream

ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green

midnight flower, sleep in the flowers

and dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams



it's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head

it's not that I'm swamped

buried under near dead

it's just the daily grind

to bring the daily bread

I wasn't born rich

I'm good looking instead

while these dailys "dille-dallie"

and I'm daily employed

I've got that daily something

that's daily enjoyed



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