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Originally Posted by Encroaching Death
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And then you get bored after a day of revving the engine.
You stare at the sports car in your garage, struggling to find ways to reignite your passion for fun.
But you feel nothing.
All you see is a hunk of expensive steel. The love is gone.
So you turn the garage light off, leaving the beauty in the darkness.
You sigh in disappointment as you realize your life passed you by as you were working for that sports car.
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… Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore's down
On Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac (ack, ack, ack, ack, ack)
You oughta know by now
And if he can't drive
With a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders
… It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up
Then I'm movin' out
I'm movin' out