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"Barrel Of Crabs" de Gone JackalsI was born there,
Before I knew better.
Went to school there,
But learned to avoid that.
Fell in love there,
But love couldn t thrive there.
Picked it up
And I left it behind, said -
Man, alive !
Get me out of this barrel of crabs.
Most our homes were
Depressed by division.
What passed for friendship
Was really protection.
Any work there
Disolved into trouble.
Ate me up,
Livin life on the bubble, said -
Man, alive !
Get me out of this barrel of crabs.
Everytime I d gain some ground,
Another man s scheme would just pull me back down.
Everytime I spied the top.
The next poor sucker s there to give me the drop. | I was born there,
Before I knew better.
Went to school there,
But learned to avoid that.
Fell in love there,
But love couldn t thrive there.
Picked it up
And I left it behind, said -
Man, alive !
Get me out of this barrel of crabs.
Most our homes were
Depressed by division.
What passed for friendship
Was really protection.
Any work there
Disolved into trouble.
Ate me up,
Livin life on the bubble, said -
Man, alive !
Get me out of this barrel of crabs.
Everytime I d gain some ground,
Another man s scheme would just pull me back down.
Everytime I spied the top.
The next poor sucker s there to give me the drop.
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