Tom Peterson

All my thoughts, everything that i had to say
All my dreams and shit were flushed away
By a guy named Tom, Tom Peterson
He said "Come here," I said "Leave me alone"
He said "Tell me everything there was to be told,"
By the end of the month my thoughts were old

Tom and his mates were richer than Bill Gates
But i was still just earning a dollar bill

Sat at home alone, thought of a plan
To become a richer man
So i started a punk band,
Made a couple of grand,
Invested it and now it's off to money land

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