LUNCH MONEY
Deeper than desire
The knife-cuts of a liar
Tell you that you make up what you like
But you can’t leave the playground
You just gotta hang around
Put you on and say you’re outta sight

Duller than disease
Scams put on the squeeze
Tell you that you all get what you want
But then there is the payback
Leaving you so outta wack
Sorry man, but you did miss the point

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Smoother than the groove
Do you know you’re being used
Do you really think that you can ever win
But there ain’t nothing real
No ‘sure-shit’ clever deal
Beat it ’fore they come back for your skin

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Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Dangerous Ditties 1999.