Today, you may live in a condo/
I may live in a burrow/
Ride and roll in rover fleets/
while i walk bare feet/
The rich are escorted in a golden hearse/
It's funny how they would share a common place with the poor and the worst/
But in the end, we all go back home/
Home alone/
Home sweet home/
6 feet deep in the earth crust/
wrapped in our deeds, buried in the dust/
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