Yardcow

Lifter

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Come on down to our best years
We'll sell tickets but wait in line
You can't tell us we're good enough

Step right up to our swell cars
Sit right down in our back rooms
It's not over till you go

In a month we'll leave this place
Leave the trash on the stairs
Be the bright boys with bright eyes

Hey, hey, hey, hey this is all right
Thank God I'm here
Hey, hey, hey, hey this is all right
Thank God I'm here

Silver guitars and plastic stars
And movies
Starring roles and supermodels
And passports
A house in the hills and trips
To rehab yearby
But keys to your house is the one
Thing they'll never give me