Everyone Chooses Sides

....13 grand A year in the Meadowlands Bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? I'm the best 17 year old ever Worked these sands I won't go back again Quitter quitter one boy bitter - rough luck Man to man hand to hand fight 40 We're losing sand! A wrens' ditch battle plan Record after record black and deckered tack! tack! definition: hell and high water fatty come a courtin' lord the money! everyone choose sides the whole to-do of what to do for money Poorer or not this year and hell's the difference Let's talk plans And luck said, 'double damned Were you give women worth winning or what? A wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven' Greener gra*ses fade from where you wind up Everyone choose sides I'm back! I'm back! So sing to raise the blind up I've walked away from more than you imagine and I sleep just fine We fought and brought up more - the shovels high up On the 10-ton line