Well here I am at my front door
And oh what an odor is rising
It seems Ive stood on this porch at lesser times
Now Ive been down the road
You know the one youve dreamed about
And thats surprises you
And Im sure youll chalk it up to sell out crime
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What do you do when opportunity knocks
When success stalks and along comes fame
Do you open the door or watch in horror
Through the peep hole as they all go away
Lottery or poverty youre a commodity so whats it gonna be
Im moving on Im moving on
Home Im going home Im going home
Sitting in that same spot
There with the other lot whining
And you know this must be just a mirage
Aint no doubt I aint got the clout thats defined by you
But oil stains are all youre gonna find in my garage
Hey whatcha gonna do when the fun stops
When the boat rocks and the crew gets old
Make up your mind its about time
Because at this time youre staying
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