Them good old boys, if they don't win it is a shame
Rotate the corner, traffic stacking up all over again
Face down, king of hearts at the table of cards
Stack them up, stack them in
I'm stacking nickels and dimes up, and I'm stacking them up all over again
The last ones were gone before the next ones had come
Less becomes more, we became one in the same
We set ourselves out on display, hung out to dry
"Why lie? I just need a beer!"
Just hand me whatever you can spare
Hung out to dry
Disposed. I am the man out on the corner with a cardboard sign in my hand
I've got a lump in my throat from sitting at a table in a buffet full of lies
I split my lip to the cheekbone from showing all my teeth and wearing out my smile
A day-to-day prostitution of my personality
Wake. Beg. I am the man out on the corner with a cardboard sign in my hand. Out on The corner I'm the man
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