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The bartender says, "Kid, one day you'll get famous, |
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Which is lucky, 'cause honey I hate to say it, |
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You ain't much of a waitress, even on a day shift, |
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Clumsy as you are, it's like we're paying you to break dishes." |
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Now the records, break light plates, |
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Rocking stages state to state. |
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Getting bigger like every day, |
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And they say the game's changing. |
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Doomtree stay sharp, razor blade up. |
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But, 'member when we didn't have a dime to stop on, |
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All night trying to write a decent pop song, |
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Dot net 'cause somebody already had the dot com, |
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Get in, let's go, go 'head, come on. |
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Boys in the basement, beats through a bass amp, |
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Papers on the breaks we're all on the radar now, |
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I guess, digging in and gaining ground, |
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No matter where we go, I do believe we're all related now. |
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There's no love like crew, |
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And that's true, 'cause to me, |
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My friends and my family, |
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My clan is Doomtree. |
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(My people, my partners, my plan is Doomtree.) |
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It's been a long walk and it's a steep hill. |
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No time for small talk, no place for weak wills. |
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You mind your business and you try to stay real. |
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Half Dorothy Parker, half April O'Neal. |
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This rock rolls over light on the horizon. |
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Real slow strobe, night, day, and night again. |
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No time now to wonder 'bout what might have been, |
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Eyes on the prize, no matter what the critics think. |
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What's got nine lives, lands on its feet? |
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The Doomtree franchise, rep wings and teeth. |
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If the hinges creak, then break the door down. |
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All I need is a beat, a break of four count. |
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There's no love like crew, |
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And that's true, 'cause to me, |
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My friends and my family, |
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My clan is Doomtree. |
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(My people, my partners, my plan is Doomtree.) |
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Maybe ain't a lot, but it's an honest wage, |
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And what we've got is what we've made. |
