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Hung By A Jury Of My Peers

Right when you're trying to make sense of it all
Do call!
I'll be in the saddest factory counting the lines on the wall
Cause I didn't notice them flushing my soul down the toilet bowl
Though charts and graphs
Nobody laughs
It's "something besides rock and roll"

So try to smile from trial to trial
And all the while you're in denial
It's great, it's great, it's all just great
But I'm so lonesome I could dissipate
Hung by a jury of my peers tonight

So unless this interoffice envelope contains dope or doggie treats
I'll take my beating
Hey, thank you for all of the rope!
I'll get hung up
Damn, those paybacks were hard to First Card
But I'll laugh last when I get past the elite Republican Guard

And I can't wait to be betrayed
Because after all, it's only trade
The brakes, the shocks, the bonds, the stocks
The market crash is my jack in the box
Hung by a jury of my peers tonight

And I don't want to sit and watch the world cave in
I wanna burn, too
Tell me
How do I fit in?
Am I that unusual?
Hey, it's only skin and hair and teeth beneath that bite
Hung by a jury of my peers
Hung by a jury of my peers
Hung by a jury of my peers tonight
But I won't go down without a fight

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