Based on “Chains”
(originally by The Cookies)

(which are now on your computer)

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Change: crybabies got me locked up for “change”
And it ain’t the kind that you can see
Whoa–oh, this gang above got a hold on me, yeah

Change, well I can’t break away from this change
Can’t drive around, ’cause I’m not free
Whoa–oh, this change-lovin’ gov won’t let me be, yeah

I wanna tell you, petty babies
I’ll pay the fine
I like to barbecue
But, darn it, I’m imprisoned by this…

Change, crybabies got me locked up in change
And it ain’t the kind that you can see
Oh, oh, this iron glove got a hold on me

Please believe me when I tell you
It beats an ice sheet
I’d just dismiss them
But I can’t break away from all of this…

Change, crybabies taking all of my change
And it ain’t the kind of tax that you can see
Whoa–oh, this change-lovin’ gov got a hold on me, yeah

Change; change of gov…

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