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There is no dignity in the bootstrap The sad lack of facts that fat cats spread The lies that said to be strong You must pull yourself up But the rope that they would have you use Is the one they use to hang you with Boot laces and straps don’t hold up to that They will snapped withered from the labor Tare and be shredded before the vetted Ever get high enough to overcome Where they come from While the rich man’s son Doesn’t even have to bother with one
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Bootstrap
There is no dignity in the bootstrap The sad lack of facts that fat cats spread The lies that said to be strong You must pull yourself up But the rope that they would have you use Is the one they use to hang you with Boot laces and straps don’t hold up to that They will snapped withered from the labor Tare and be shredded before the vetted Ever get high enough to overcome Where they come from While the rich man’s son Doesn’t even have to bother with one
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
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