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Ive been a snoozing and a bluesing and a cruising around,
I got no friends, and people always put me down
Ive been sleeping in a cars and a bars with the stars
I got no food except for whats in this jar
Chorus
Im just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution
Ive been pushed around all of my life,
last week a guy came at me with a knife.
somebody said he works for Mayor White
Whistle-----------------------------------------
Lead Break
Chorus
Im just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution
Mr. Mike was a fright last Christmas night
He got me thrown outta town, I couldnt put up a fight
He was having a ball at the mall in the hall
As I took one last swig of alcohol
Chorus
Im just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution