Birds are here to pick at the trash,
I tied it up but they're ready to cash
In, My own chips
I'm up before the sun,
Behind a desk 'til daylight's done,
Waiting, 'Til the solo rips.
Oh tell me, Oh tell me there's a way out,
Oh tell me, Oh tell me this ain't what it's all about,
‘Cause I can't keep hanging on if there's not a way out
Wheelbarrel through the social scene,
Everyone's attached at the fiend,
Together they'll all tumble.
Work week's over can't find a friend,
That's not hungover or half dead,
Together they'll all tumble.
Oh tell me, Oh tell me there's a way out,
Oh tell me, Oh tell me this ain't what it's all about,
‘Cause I can't keep hanging on if there's not a way out.
Guitar Solo
Tell me, Oh Tell me there's a way out,
Oh tell me, Oh tell me this ain't what it's all about,
‘Cause I can't keep hanging on if there's not a way out
Way out.

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