Songtexte
You
pay
for
what
you
get.
A
fucked
Erector
set
with
indoor
plumbing.
With
holes
in
walls
and
floors,
And
plastic
trailer
doors,
This
place
is
classy.
The
bastard
wants
his
rent,
Or
rabid
dogs
be
sent,
I'll
take
my
chances.
Roll
on
twelve-sided
dice.
Some
dignity'd
be
nice.
I
hear
you
laughing.
Needn't
be
so
vicious
pal.
Your
slummy
squalor
serves
you
well.
He
might
do
it
for
kicks.
Burn
out.
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