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Armored Saint - Pay Dirt lyrics
That's when I hit pay dirt Sink or swim I'm jumpin' in Huddled masses cling together But the herd gets thin Self assured With those fighting words Your so-called figure of speech Won't be hard I'll never lose my shirt Someday I'll hit pay pirt I'd rather die of thirst Fast-moving fast-ducking fast Running fast from the blast I'm here to carry my weigth Murder will out the ingrates No tampering with the soul I'm sidestepping your phony idols That's when I'll hit pay dirt |
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