Lyrics
the singer keeps singin'--on the radio
and the people keep movin'--they ain't got
nowhere to go
while the wealthy banker's daughter
walks on streets of gold
old max the gravedigger,
throws another in the hole (repeat 2X)
ch.: another day, in paradise
another day (tick, tock)
now, ain't it nice?
i got my tv dinner, i got my microwave
i got a preacher in the pulpit--
he tells me jesus saves
but i'm still not happy, sometimes i feel like a slave
diggin' my own grave, for the minimum wage
for the minimum wage (repeat)
(Ch)
got a pistol in my pocket, got my finger in the socket
and there ain't no way to stop it, just shut the door and lock it
while the preacher bows his head, and prays 'god rest his soul'
ol' max the gravedigger, throws another in the hole (repeat 2X)
ch--end.
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