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Old man, aluminum cans
Tryin' to make a livin' the best he can
Dirty rags in a shopping cart
Holes in his boots, a weight on his heart

Good ol' boy. Fought the good fight
But when he came home, he wasn't quite right
A Silver Star, a hero of the war
Begging for change, the poorest of the poor

He was a citizen soldier
Now a second class citizen
He's an American hero
Dumpster diving in a garbage bin

Brought up right in a Christian home
First born son and heir to the throne
Office full of Yes-men, golf on the weekend
Boy you ain't shit 'til you made your first million

Suit and tie, a pocket full of cash
A privileged life but you're burning up fast
A trophy wife, a house in the hills
A needle in my arm and a belly full of pills

Mr. Business executive
Just a junky divorcé
They called me Mr. Invincible
Well it looks like things can...
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Teachers pet, ribbons and lace
Such a good girl, oh what a waste
Momma dear, where did we go wrong?
Her friends showed her how, and it didn't take long

Knocked-up at the age of 16
Daddy was the captain of the football team
Ten hears gone, looking for a fix
Down on the corner turning tricks

Little miss homecoming queen
What do you do, with all that shame?
That poison burns your skin babe
You wish to God that things could...
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Writer(s): Old Leaves
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