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Maybe
if I turn around
I
just might see
No
one's looking at me
Maybe
if I think about it
I
just might find
I'm
loosing my mind- or
Maybe it's insanity
Maybe I'm goin' crazy
I'm just a poor S.O.B
But
the bottom line
Is
Where you sign
Your
life away
Damn
near everyday
There
is no escape
From
the human race
So
give a cheer, the end is here
I'm
just a poor S.O.B
Maybe
if I watch T.V
They
just might tell me
Who
I'm supposed to be
Maybe
if I turn around
I'll
find out where I've been
I
might want to go there again-or
Maybe
it's insanity
Maybe
I'm goin' crazy
I'm
just a poor S.O.B
But
the bottom line
Is
where you sign
Your
life away
Damn
near everyday
There
is no escape
From
the human race
So give a cheer, the end is here
I'm
just a poor S.O.B
We're
all just poor S.O.B's
Maybe
when I'm dead and gone
They'll
open up my head
And
take a peek inside
Maybe
if I think about it
I
just might find
I'm
losin' my mind-or
Maybe it's insanity
I'm
goin' crazy
I'm
just a poor S.O.B
But
the bottom line
Is
where you sign
Your
life away
Damn
near everyday
You
can't get away, from me today
So
give a cheer, the end is here
I'm
just a poor S.O.B
Bottom line is
Where you sign
S.O.B
Yeah that's me
Ja 'Nell Fowler
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