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Secret Service Industry

Wiggin’ out on No-Doz at 6 am

Jittery & sick but I’m awake

This shirt smells like me, too much like me

More than I can stand

 

When I’m low and feeling unimportant

And all my money’s gone

I remember

That I know somebody who knows somebody

Who brushed past somebody who knows somebody

Who could call somebody who cut off somebody

Who could get me in touch with the president

I am well connected

O.J. or coffee with that, Mr. President?

 

The pumps are all self-serve now

One less chance for us to meet

I’ve got a plan; I’ll call all my friends

Do I know anybody outside of this town?

 

When I’m low and feeling unimportant

And all my money’s gone

I remember

That I still know somebody who knows somebody

Who brushed past somebody who knows somebody

Who could call somebody who cut off somebody

Who could get me in touch with the president

I am well connected

O.J. or coffee with that, Mr. President?

 

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