Tim Fite - Away From the Snakes

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Tim Fite - Away From the Snakes

Heavens to Betsy, the man's out to get me.

He's raising my rent and taking my money

While the rich get rich, us poor don't get shit

Except shit on by rich men and shit on by women

And shit on by everyone shitting

Is there a place where I can go

Away from the snakes and the liars?

Heavens to Betsy, the man's out to get me.

He's fucking my wife while he's counting my money.

While the rich get rich, us poor don't get shit

Except shit on by rich men who shit on their women.

Is there a place where I can go, 

Away from the snakes and the liars?

Down by the lake where the wild wind blows

Free from the weight of desire

Is there a place where I can go

Where the rich don't get rich, and the poor don't get shit on

By everyone shitting?