9 Times Out of 10 Rare Americans

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[Refrain]
Ten, ten, ten, nine times out of ten
You know how it ends, you know how it end, end, ends

[Verse 1]
All we want in this life is a guitar and a mic
And a full count, baby, three balls, two strikes
Twitchy kid in class, skin, bones, buck teeth
A mask, Oscar Wilde, the truth beneath, you asked
Learned our scales, learned when we failed
Know we got a sound that ain't going stale
And we ain't on sale, independent as fuck
EL-P wannabes, motherfucking bang 4 your buck

[Chorus]
You poor guys make bucket lists
Rare Americans, we take fuckin' risks
It's a different way to live
It's a different way to live
No, we don't give a fuck about critics, cats
Let us get through to you
We're the man in the arena and there's
Always someone eager to boo at you

[Refrain]
Ten, ten, ten, nine times out of ten
You know how it ends, you know how it ends

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