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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well, I wake up in the morning
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Fold my hands and pray for rain
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I got a head full of ideas
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That are drivin' me insane
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It's a shame
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The way she makes me
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Scrub the floor
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I ain't gonna work on, nah
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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Well, he hands you a nickel
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And he hands you a dime
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And he asks you with a grin
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If you're havin' a good time
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Then he fines you every time you slam the door
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I ain't gonna work for, nah
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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Well, he puts his cigar
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Out in your face just for kicks
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His bedroom window
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It is made out of bricks
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The National Guard stands around his door
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I ain't gonna work, nah
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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Well, she talks to all the servants
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About man and God and law
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And everybody says
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She's the brains behind pa
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She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
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I ain't gonna work for, nah
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I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Well I try my best
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To be just like I am
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But everybody wants you
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To be just like them
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They sing while they slave and just get bored
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I ain't gonna work on, nah
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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Uggh!
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| rage against the machine |
