Poor me, Israelites
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I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
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So that every mouth can be fed
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Poor me, Israelites
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My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
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Poor me, Israelites
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Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
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Poor me, Israelites
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And after a storm there must be a calm
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They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
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Poor me, Israelites
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I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
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So that every mouth can be fed
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Poor me, Israelites
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My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
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Poor me, Israelites
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Shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
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Poor me, Israelites
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Poor me, Israelites
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Poor me, Israelites
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Poor me, Israelites
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Poor me, Israelites
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Israelites
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| Madness |
