recycled to help understand
the present)
They laid off Milo.
They laid off Pedro.
They took a short pause,
and laid off Santa Claus...
And it was gross.
So gross from coast to coast.
In the summer they
laid off your mother,
your sisters and brothers,
by Christmas we'd all
hit the streets...
There was no glory,
the same old story:
You have your Have Nots,
you have your Got Lots...
And it was gross.
So gross from coast to coast.
In the summer they
laid off your mother,
your sisters and brothers,
by Christmas we'd all
hit the streets...
©Peter Bray 1994 All rights reserved
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