Lyrics
Look out, Molly
The great divide
We got something here
We can't hide
We'll come in through your town
With our hearts on our sleeve
I hope you love you
Like you love me
We got gas, food, lodging
We got gas, food, lodging
Look out, Mr. Businessman
In your jet black suit
I haven't eaten today
Ain't feeling too good
A good man works as hard as he can
Weak man makes excuses
For the promised land
We got gas, food, lodging
We got gas, food, lodging
Look at lawyers
And men of crime
And honest citizens of every kind
We're running on jimmy power
Through the night
Like we as Mexico
We live where we find
Gas, food, lodging
We got gas, food, lodging
Writer(s): Chuck Prophet, Dan Stuart, Chris Cacavas, Jack Waterson
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