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You said here we go again But doesn’t it seem like it’s gotten worse? The taxi’s headed for the hills My uber driver came in a hearse The ivory tower happy hour just let out We all got a taste But It’s easy to get home When you’re born and raised on 3rd base We said we were bored with the same old same Now we’re all drunk driving sending texts from the center lane Singing whoa whoa whoa pass the ammunition Give me one for the money and one for tradition My American girl and I watching the world burn down If this is how it ends Can I at least get some money back? We’re at 1000 miles an hour on a train running out of track This is paradise for lizards, locusts and snakes At what point does the giving give out if we’re all on the take? Oh my god you must be kidding me Bored with the same old same Aus Songtexte Mania