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Jan 15
Working for the Four Bros Auto
Woulda thought you'd hit the lotto
Buy 'em cheap, sell 'em fast's a motto
Though, no hard sell's tough to swallow

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their heirs
And as ne'er
The simple promise
Of sold
And swell

One day they came, they drug us out a well
Let us know that they'd come to sell
Handing the reigns to a fortune five hell
Pure skim show turned to spoilt milk

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their errs
And with scissors
In their hands
To cut
The fat

We want all of you, fat cat said with a laugh
In fact, we're wanting half of what you've asked
A family's yours when you look in your past
We're looking to explore a store without tracks

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their airs
And now where's
The dotted line
To
Follow?

Though, no hard sell's tough to swallow
Buy 'em cheap, sell 'em fast's a motto
Woulda thought you'd hit the lotto
Working for the Four Bros Auto
Excerpt from the album Number Two Son (2024).
Peter Rogers
Written by
Peter Rogers  28/Music City
(28/Music City)   
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