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• Artiste: Cows
• Titre: Hitting the Wall
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I woke up today, this morning I'm bloody, I'm beaten I find that I have been robbed They took my shoes, my wallet, I'm still drunk, I say "fuck it" I go to my job Then my boss, he fires me for no good reason No reason at all He says, "if you come back I will call a policeman" I'm hitting the wall So I call home, say "dad, I'm robbed, I'm fired, I need money, I need money bad!" He says, "That's bullshit! You're lying! I know you! Need money? Too fuckin' bad!" He says "son, you gotta get out there and fight, man! Compete and stand tall" I say "dad, that's the trouble with your whole damn white man, I'm hitting the wall" So I'm walking, there's kids behind me They're laughing, they throw rocks at me I start running, they chase me They're coming, they're gaining They're gonna get me Now there's no answer to this I can think up I'm taking a fall So I duck into a bar, sit back and drink up I'm hitting the wall Then later three big guys, They poke me, they wake me They say, "boy you'd better pay" I pull out my pockets They don't laugh, they punch me They kick me, I'm out the hard way I'm laying by a dumpster drunk and beaten With nothing at all People point at me and say I'm sickening I'm hitting the wall