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I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day

Overtime hours for bullshit pay

So I can sit out here and waste my life away

Drag back home and drown my troubles away

                                          [Ho-

It's a damn shame what the world's gotten  ok]

    to - (For/and) people like (me/you) (x2)

Wish I could just wake up and it not be true

But it is, oh, it is

Livin' in the new world - With an old soul

These rich men north of Richmond

Lord knows they all just          ╔══════════╗

    wanna have total control      ║ Rich Men ║

Wanna know what you (think/do) (x2) North of ║

And they don't think you know     ║ Richmond ║

    but I know that you do        ║  Oliver  ║

Cos your dollar ain't shit        ║ Anthony  ║

    and it's taxed to no end      ╚══════════╝

Cos of rich men north of Richmond - (… - … x1)

I wish politicians would look out for miners

And not just minors on an island somewhere

Lord, we got folks in the street,

    ain't got nothin' to eat

And the obese milkin' welfare

Well, God, if you're 5"3 and you're 300 pounds

Taxes ought not to pay

    for your bags of Fudge Rounds  Lord [Hook]

Young men are puttin' themselves          (x2)

    six feet in the ground       [Verse

Cos all this damn country does     Lines #1~2]

    is keep on kickin' them down [Rit] A Bm-X