Anti-Heros

Sitting on the porch of life, They feel no problems or encounter any strife
Theyre the people who all look the same, Stagnant lives that never change
Theyre the members of the upper class, Gonna die living in the past
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{Cause youre another person without a name, a bumbling bureaucrat without a brain
youre so happy to live in a dream, Youre a porch monkey}
So they freed the slaves in 1865, When money was green and the dream was alive
From the mortgage banker to the divorce court, Theyre propping up people and pulling out the cork
Theyre members of the middle class, Gonna die sitting on their ass
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Youre so smart and youre so pretty, And we fucking know you run our city
Spending your wages to look sheik, You live off glory at the end of the week
Youre the members of the lowest class, gonna die in a rich mans grasp
[ Porch Monkey Lyrics ]