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I was having problems with my job, I wouldn't do the crawl
So I was getting a lot of pain from this fat, corrupt screwball
He said something about a ton of bricks and that my attitude was no good
So I pulled out my revolver and I shot him where he stood
Don't take it! Don't get push-pushed around
Don't take it. You're crawling on the ground. I don't think you should.
I'm sure that shoe leather doesn't taste too good
Well his wife and children laughed out loud and shook me by the hand
They said it was about time that somebody took a stand
I asked him for a reference as to an ambulance he was carried
I could have had his job, you know, but my parents, they were married
Don't take it! Don't get push-pushed around
Don't take it. You're crawling on the ground. I don't think you should
I'm sure that shoe leather doesn't taste too good
Now I'm lying in my prison cell, I close my eyes and dream
I'd gladly do it all again just to hear that ghastly scream
You'll find that your 'superiors' are smug and patronising
And like the sun up in the sky, the scum will always rise
Don't take it! Don't get push-pushed around
Don't take it. You're crawling on the ground. I don't think you should.
I'm sure that shoe leather doesn't taste too good
Don't get push-pushed around
Don't take it. You're crawling on the ground. I don't think you should.
I'm sure that soes leather doesn't taste, shoe leather doesn't taste too good
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