Feeling hopeless
Feeling down
Looking at the paper
Here in my hand
They say it's a bonus
They say it's really good
But what I read
Sounds like a bill
I need lots of money
More than I have ever had
And give it to them
I don't understand
They'll give morepapers
They say I can sell them
Are worth even more
But I don't got the money
They want for all that
Don't got the money
And I never will
It just worthless paper
They gave to me
I can't sell these papers
Got no money for them
This isn't a bonus
It is more of a bill
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