Monday, December 12, 2005

How bad do you want your ticket?

I’m just another one
In the crowd of nameless faces.
Tryina make ma way
Tryina leave a day.

Whats in summing up?
For the figure is just a number.
Yet, we’re all tryin hard, all pushing the luck.
Trying our best, to make a decent buck,
Shit hits the ceiling we’d all must duck.
Look sharp my man; make someone else the schmuck.

We are many. We are never alone.
The one next to me – my exact clone.
My brother! My foe! My mate!
We are all here, waiting at the gate.

HOW BAD DO YOU WANT YOUR TICKET?

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