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"It Don't Pay (12 Bar Reds)"
Words and Music by André Schlesinger

I know damned well, don't need to be told
The streets out there aint paved with gold
Flesh, bones, blood and sweat
And you aint seen the worst of it yet

You can bust your ass working nine to five
You can break your back all day
But what the heck, they give you a check
and send you on your way

But it don't pay! No it don't pay!

I towed that line for a long, long time
It made my back strong but it broke my mind
I knew what you wanted right from the start
Don't break my heart, blow it apart

Do what I can, do what you say
Do what you want so you will stay

But it don't pay! No it don't pay.

I'm not so dumb I need to be told
You give in you're gonna get sold
Sleep all night and work all day
You can sell your soul but it don't

If I won't get to Heaven 'till I'm dead
Why the Hell do you think I play the reds
Twelve bar reds...

It don't pay! No it don't pay!