Hard Road, by Allison McCulloch

Hard Road

 
If I give you 5 bucks
Will you shut up
If I let go
Will you give up
I work five days a week
And one of them's for the government
I feel like jumping out of a window
And falling on the cement

I feel like hitting the Hard Road
And unleashing what's safely kept
Cause my unfulfilled dreams taste bitter now
And I want to pass into life from death

I feel like aahaahahah hitting the hard road

(Repeat chorus)
© 7/30/00 Allison McCulloch

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