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Cherry Poppin' Daddies Zoot Suit Riot Master And Slave No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand Think you're drinkin' wine dad it's blood Of the lamb That's no way to treat your son now It is Abraham After he busted his ass for you You've never known hunger, never took a risk Though you know you should, You know you'd never Raise a first If the boss asked you to jump you know You'd find the nearest cliff That man talks down to you And you talk down to me too now Master and Slave in equal parts Split down the middle drinkin' doubles at the bar Master and Slave God bless you both. (Such a deal for your only son.) When will this tension be all over For fallen sons and fathers too I'm down to my last dime No faith in mankind C'mon let's swing into the groove Like Jack Horner backed up in a corner But I never saw a slice of no pie Too busy standin' in line Just waitin' for bread But the father he walks the water He ain't never tossed a nickel to his son Ain't I your prodigal boy? Ain't I your pride and joy? Friends and Romans I'm your brother I'm scratchin' to hang on The pursuit of happiness is just a carpetbagger's con When a can of pork and beans could Change my attitude You won't give it up but I coulda been you While the masters and slaves scratch For pieces of the dream For purple mountain majesties Whatever the hell that means They give up on each other And that's the way they get ahead But I can still see the stars Through these red, white, and blue prison bars Master and Slave in equal parts Split down the middle drinkin' doubles at the bar Master and Slave God Bless you both I got two for the price of one (Such a deal for your only son) |
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