I'm gonna fight the law,
The salvation army couldn't hold me back.
This is the final straw,
takin' all clothes right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to the clerk at night, because I can't forget
How, without my lov-e-ly tank tops, I begin to sweat.

And comin' from the intercom, " Clean up in aisle ten"

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I'm sick and tired of it,
every single one has a shirt, or twelve
But some ol' army git
Stole my pants and put them on a shelf
and if I catch him comin' back my way, I think that he will find
That I would rather use my fists than simply speak my mind

And there's an anger comin' from my bones, "just leave me alone!!"

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I'm gonna get a job
Free from this fiasco forever more
I know that if I do
I'll quit pickin' up clothes off of the floor
And I thought that the whole point of this_place was to help the poor
But now I've found they don't donate--they just want some more!

And there's a lady standing by the cash, with my old black sash!

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