"You are an useless piece of shit..."
"You have no right to live on this earth..."
The voices kept on saying to her....
"Why,on earth, have you taken birth..." ...
We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.
We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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