Lyrics

Look out, Molly The great divide We got something here We can't hide We'll come in through your town With our hearts on our sleeve I hope you love you Like you love me We got gas, food, lodging We got gas, food, lodging Look out, Mr. Businessman In your jet black suit I haven't eaten today Ain't feeling too good A good man works as hard as he can Weak man makes excuses For the promised land We got gas, food, lodging We got gas, food, lodging Look at lawyers And men of crime And honest citizens of every kind We're running on jimmy power Through the night Like we as Mexico We live where we find Gas, food, lodging We got gas, food, lodging
Writer(s): Chuck Prophet, Dan Stuart, Chris Cacavas, Jack Waterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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