i guess not a lot if youre on the bottom and if youre renting in hell she slyly remarks you dont complain about the plumbing or about the dark so i sip on her sweet tea which tastes more like cotton i guess thats the lot of those on the bottom yet theres a new thought ablaze in the mind of one who knows life is not work in the grind a truth , which , if trusted would take the bad breaks weve gotten and dash them to hell as we fly free through the ceiling song of the pseudo-copper he looks like a cop and he talks like a cop and he walks like a cop but he 's not a cop he 's a huh he 's o haaha he 's a ... .