Up The Middle

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They keep me couped up in this hot sweaty cage

With a worn out mattress and a poster of Eddie page

And supposed to write the great American love story

Why don't they sound trumpets and release flocks of doves for me

I've got to be particular about how my carrier is handled

Before I record I should go and get my ears candled

I'd like a glass of water and box of facial tissue

Doing what I do has never really been a racial issue

Some day soon though I'm gonna have to settle down

Before my bones start making that metal on metal sound

The difference between me and other people is the greasy palms

I was never one to hold my breath when I resed bombs

It's possible that I could be huge but I doubt it

My phones off the hook buts that about it

Handling my biz I should really do a shipment

Try and make some money to buy some new equipment

With a brand new mike and a room with insulation

Coloured pencils all I need is inspiration

Which brings me back to this hot and sweaty cage

The worn matress and the poster of Eddie page

I look at people look at me

Showing a picture that isn't even close to real

The final approach is upon me I can feel it

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