You get smart, but the world keeps getting smarter. YOu push back, but they throw you down.
Tie you up, gag you all around.
Sometimes I think I'm never going to win.
I'll just sit there, quiet, don't move, and maybe I can sneak out the back, disappear into the night--forget getting ahead--forget the numbers--forget achievement--plaques on the walls--or smiles from the goons.
We're just out here trying to survive.
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