Don't you say
Don't you ever ever say that it was worth it
For the profit, yeah
Another day when I lay there sh**-faced
Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs I did not write
And they'll dance to it
And I'll smile and I'll get paid
Baggy pants are stupid
Alt-rock, Skynard, play another song I hate
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I'll just stay on the state streets
Complaining that's it's all the same
But too lazy to change anything
And I can't spend another day thinking
These places on street signs
Are the only places that I've ever been
Drink a free beer, maybe smoke with the waiter
It's the illusion that they all give a sh**
And some drunk guys yelling "Freebird!" and "Show us your b**bs!"
And I'll smile when I key their truck, yeah!
And it s**s so bad
But I made on Benjamin
How can I be mad?
I made one-seventh of my rent and maybe I'll go buy a plate of eggs
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Not feeling Minnesota
I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set
And play cover songs from the 90s
By one-hit wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper
And a jersey-wearing motherf**er withdraws his twenty bucks
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