I.R.S. Your ticket out of poverty Oh, we're the lost generation, I hold fate from a string Lookin for direction Reachin' out for anything,
on the spank line, uh, whoa, aw Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man, after that, it cost ya four And she'll be up for negotiations, if you call back for
Someday, we'll be Standing on top of the world For a little while Standing on top of the world Till we got stung. Standing on top of the world For
t like me makin future plans And don't want me tryin' to live it down She ain't about to give an inch of ground, no.. Well she can take me for is