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Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man is made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood, skin and bone A mind that's weak and a bag that's strong Give a thinking gun and money again Another day older and deeper and dense Saying, Peter, don't you call me, cause I can't do I owe my two to the company's door I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine I picked up the shovel and walked to the mine I know this is done Some number line to a level song for said, Bella Let's walk to you, oh, Tim, you don't Oh