The Rut

Gotta get out,
Gotta get out,
Gotta get out
Of the rut,
I wanna be rich
As old King tut,
I crave, I need,
A bigger cut.

Have to escape,
Have to escape,
Have to escape
From this drudgery,
Itís making life a mockery,
O Mammon, set me free!

Wanna be loaded,
Gilded and bloated,
Fly in my own private jet,
Long time I been dreaminí,
Aní planniní aní scheminí,
But nothing has come of it yet.

Donít wanna die,
Donít wanna die,
Donít wanna die
So poor,
But if I canít swing
Then death has no sting,
And I donít wanna live anymore.

Gotta get out,
Gotta get out,
Gotta get out
Of the rut,
I wanna be rich
As old King tut,
I crave, I need,
A bigger cut.

Have to escape,
Have to escape,
Have to escape
From this drudgery,
Itís making life a mockery,
O Mammon, set me free!

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