Lyrics
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The work is done and the record pressed
Now you're doing battle
With the fickle press
You've got to strike the hammers
And pull the bow
And another fool
Is just another show
It's all the same
And you've seen it before
And don't it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in the streetlight?
Too many dreams, not enough schemes
And a bike with no gears to ride
With the wheels going too slow
So, you tell 'em:
