Lyrics
Fighting for survival is such a boring battle
Want to get into my car
I wanna drive out to Seattle
Where the used record stores
Have much better prices
But I don't have a car
And I don't have a license
Should I take another walk to the DMV
Get another learners permit with a picture of me
I'd put it in my wallet
Along with my four dollars
And the condom that's still in there
That has probably expired
I'd leave home for New York
But New York is where I'm from
I'm just looking for a way
To feel my life has begun
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Dee dee dee dee
Living in the city
Where I'm working like a walrus
But, man, I don't need your money
Man, I'm gonna be an artist
And I'm feeling like I wanna do whatever
I feel inside
Put it all on paper
And I'll hope that people buy it
And my only minor worry
Is how to pay the rent
But that won't even matter
When I lose my apartment
Now I'll really have no worries
I'll be just like a cassette
That you've taped up the tabs up
To put something new on it
And when I hit record
God only knows what I will be
And if there is no god
Then it's a better mystery
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Dee dee dee dee
Fighting for survival and I guess I must be winning
And my story is so long
I can't remember the beginning
Am I an optimist
Or am I a pessimist
If I see that half-full, half-empty cup
Is half-full
Of nothingness
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