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Dirty Work

I will show them up the stairs,
And you can please them to the letter,
We’ll avoid the dirty glares
As we try to make the future better

This place is hardly enough for us
What makes it large enough for lust?
We’ll need to shrink our morals to fit
And make a place for income to sit

They’ll never understand our ways,
And our disgraceful, repulsive jobs
Where we crack open secret doorways
To bring money from testosterone mobs

This place is hardly enough for us
What makes it large enough for lust?
We’ll need to shrink our morals to fit
And make a place for income to sit

We work to gather rolls of faces
That pile up in boxes, counting the fees
Till we don’t have to please the wasted
Till the children we feed are free

We just shrink our morals to fit
so we can make room for income to sit





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