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Sitting at a stop sign lookin’ for a friend of mine Waiting to salute the flag Talkin’ to some he/she, slidin’ over next to me Man, she said, this lide is a drag It’s a shaky situation, I’m hangin’ on my will And I get no satisfaction from a hundred dollar bill But I got

Wake up kid, it’s half past what you think, nothing really changes but the date You’re a grand slammer, but you know Babe Ruth, you gotta learn how to relate I heard you swinging from the pernegrate I got all answers, lower the holes, I got the right key, baby, but the wrong key hole,

There’s something wrong with the world today I don’t know what it is Something’s wrong with our eyes We’re seeing things in a different way And God knows it ain’t His It sure ain’t no surprise Ya! We’re livin’ on the edge We’re livin’ on the edge We’re livin’ on the edge We’re livin’ on

Well I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed And how I got to thinkin’ about all the things you said About ordinary people and how they make you sick And if callin’ names kicks back on you then I hope this does the trick ‘Cause I’m sick of your complainin’

There was a time when I was so brokehearted Love wasn’t much of a friend of mine The tables have turned – yeah ‘Cause me and them ways have parted That kinda love was the killin’ kind Listen, all I want is someone I can’t resist I know – all I – need to know