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Nothing in this world is free
Nothing in this world is free
N-n-nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
I smell just like gasoline
The captain of the losing team
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
My landlord won't let me be
I can't find no place to breathe
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
A couple young clowns in an old slow town
Just didn't have nothing to do
But grab a big long shovel and quick on the double
Look for trouble they could get into
Old Pete was the leader so he fired up the Rita
And Jimmy jumped in on his side
Left foot on the pedal say a prayer to the Devil
Oh that boy sure could drive
It's all just passing you by
It's all just passing you by
Feeling like you're barely alive
Feeling like you're barely alive
Starin' at your cellular phone
Starin' at your cellular phone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
I smell just like gasoline
The captain of the losing team
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
My landlord won't let me be
I can't find no place to breathe
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
Straight through the light they passed that pipe
These boys ain't slept in days
So when they seen them mockin' old Pete just parked it
And Jimmy got out in a haze
Runnin' amok got the shovel out the trunk
But not so they could dig
And I don't know science but ultra-violence
Make a little man sure feel big
Another notch in the belt
Another notch in the belt
Wishin' you was somebody
Else Wishin' you was somebody else
Starin' at your cellular phone
Starin' at your cellular phone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
I smell just like gasoline
The captain of the losing team
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
My landlord won't let me be
I can't find no place to breathe
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
Forty-eight bucks richer and a postcard picture
Of a place they wish they was
Now Pete say Jimmy stop talking silly
You ruining my buzz
Then his rear-view mirror got crystal clear
Pulled over to bust
But Pete could drive like no man alive
Left that pig in a cloud of dust
We're all just going to Hell
We're all just going to Hell
And ain't got nobody to tell
And ain't got nobody to tell
Starin' at your cellular phone
Starin' at your cellular phone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
Pretendin' that you ain't all alone
I smell just like gasoline
The captain of the losing team
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it
My landlord won't let me be
I can't find no place to breathe
Nothing in this world is free
You gotta take it
You gotta take it