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Sunday Surcharge

from Jim Dusty - Words Of Prey by Jim Dusty

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Jesus Christ you look like shit
You look like Jesus Christ she said
Though this pain will persist, I must pick my bones up from this bed

Splash cold water on my face,
As you lie there, motionless in space
From the streets outside, I hear people running for their lives

Blaring horns and screeching tyres,
Hot smoke sets my chest on fire
I'll retreat into my mind its where space separates itself with time

I'll sell my time
To buy my way
To fill the void
Inside of me

Grand arrival, late but conscious
Black coffee to wash down my regrets
This game's about survival, I'm beat but I won't surrender yet

Personal financial crisis
Sunday surcharge one point five percent
I don't make the prices, I'm just a guy trying to pay his rent.

Ill sell my time
To buy my way
To fill the void
Inside of me
With busy hands
And an idle brain
I'll profit from
My suffering

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from Jim Dusty - Words Of Prey, released August 29, 2016
Jim Dusty - Banjo & Vocals
Recorded & Mixed by Joel Cabban at Jim's house, Canberra, ACT
(c)2016. All Rights Reserved.

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