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We posted this last year, it's since been revamped a bit. Perhaps, one of our better tunes, I think.
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Lyrics
Hey
I don’t get paid enough for my sweat
I’ll never be enough to pay off my debt
And each day is better than the next
I have no reason take another step
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’ve got poverty to share, hey
I live underneath the stairs, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’m your target so take aim
I’m your bitch so stake your claim
I’m your trench coat cover your shame
You’ll never meet another oh so lame
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’ve got poverty to share, hey
I live underneath the stares, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
I live underneath the stairs, hey
I live underneath the stares, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
I don’t get paid enough for my sweat
I’ll never be enough to pay off my debt
And each day is better than the next
I have no reason take another step
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’ve got poverty to share, hey
I live underneath the stairs, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’m your target so take aim
I’m your bitch so stake your claim
I’m your trench coat cover your shame
You’ll never meet another oh so lame
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’ve got poverty to share, hey
I live underneath the stares, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
And I’m not going anywhere, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
I live underneath the stairs, hey
I live underneath the stares, hey
I’m not going anywhere, hey
bronco
Your strong point is your lyrics. Almost always interesting
and quite a few times into a strange twilight zone where
colors aren't seen the right way. Kind of a dog's approach
to life. This song is one of those. Just a bum that lives
underneath the stairs? Or is it a social comment on our
wonderful economic system? Metaphysical reference to
another dimension beyond space and time? The boogy
man looking in the window scaring us out of our
complacent hold on reality? Who knows, who cares! Rock
on!