in this free country where nothing is free the cost of living is a killing me first thing everybody working and serves in the dirt and the worst thing s we re tightening our purse strings all smiles on the surface we re tired and they ve cursed us wild like a lion but confined to the circus sisters and my brothers those who stand above us plan to ruckus 50 million sufferers in 33 boroughs taxing us for labour and then claiming that they love us rage i feel the pain of minimum wage is snakes and ladders but the aim of the game is to stay sane get paid and again and again smuggle all my hopes and dreams in the drain and my name ain t bill murray but i feel i m living in a groundhog day money money money makes the world okay but it s funny because i don t know if i feel that way one fan s better though i don t want to set up lieing in a jungle a pirahna getting wetter struggling to keep from slipping down down down and all around they whisper and they sound sound sound i m hit i hear you feel me but i know your daily struggle cos i watch it from my window and regret as i hear the cries of murder murder murder lions on a murder murder murder killing me killing me the cost of living is a killing me all i really need is enough to get by i never had the want for anything more you can call me a fool but your way is too cruel and i won t be falling in line ooo smiles on the surface we re tired and they ve cursed us wild like a lion but confined to the circus 