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Nellie Mckay Home Sweet Mobile Home

There's no equality here There's no equality anywhere And every failing face Is quickly replaced By one you can't lose It's an illusion I'll even do

I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure

I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the

Come on, come on, let's try and make it You tell yourself, this time for sure But I would rather sit and crave it I'm not wanted anymore I had a kind