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We all face the same way

Still it takes all day

I take a look to my left

Pick out the worst and the best

She paints her lip, greasy and thick

Another mirror stare

And she's going where?



Another office affair

To kill an unborn scare?

You talk dirty to a priest?

It makes them human at least

But is she running away

To start a brand new day?

Or is she going home?

Why's she driving alone?



Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's gotta be somewhere



She got a body in the boot

Or just bags full of food?

Those are model's legs

But are they women's are they men's?

She shouts down the phone

Missed a payment on the loan

She gotta be above the rest

Keeping up with the best



Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's gotta be somewhere



Waits tables for a crook?

Wrote a hardback book?

You teach kids how to read?

Or sell your body on the street?

A nurse without a job?

Another uptown snob?

But have I got you all wrong?

One look and you were gone



Is anyone going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's gotta be somewhere