Paroles: The Asteroids Galaxy Tour. Fruit. Inner City Blues.

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Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Fore we see it you take it

Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life

This ain't livin?, This ain't livin?
No, this ain't livin?

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die

Oh, make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life

Oh, this ain't livin?, this ain't livin?
No, no baby, this ain't livin?
No, no, no, no, no

Hang ups, let down
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is

I can' t pay my taxes

No! Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Oh, it makes me wanna holler
They don't understand

Oh, this ain't livin?, this ain't livin?
No, no baby, this ain't livin? this ain't livin?
Oh, no

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we're heading

No! Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Oh, it makes me wanna holler
They don't understand

Oh, this ain't livin?, this ain't livin?
No, no baby, this ain't livin? this ain't livin?
Oh, no

This ain't livin?, no, no, no,no
Yeah!