I'm a slave to my belly â€~cause it got to be fed
Every morning, well, it lifts me out of bed and says
‽Go to work for me, baby, buy me some bread and some wine”
My belly don't like me to be playing guitar all the time
So I'm on the train all the way to town
I sell my day and ride away to town
I'm a slave to my body â€~cause it got to be dressed
It tells me it don't like my taste, though I try my best
‽Bring me home some silk pants I can wear tonight”
I say, ‽Hey, I don't make that much, give me a break, alright?”
But I'm on the train all the way to town
I sell my day and ride away to town
And I'm a slave to my two feet â€~cause they want to come home
They want to come upstairs and rest their little bones
‽We love the floor that we walk on, we love this house that you own”
And I don't have the heart to tell them that I don't
So I'm on the train all the way to town
I sell my day and ride away to town

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