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I'm unemployed, they want me down by my feet My middle angel, I got her doin' the pree I slept on the floor and I got dirt on my jeans I can't fathom my life, too many holes in the scenes All my drugs came from the war There was a party in my head, I'm briefing all of the cause Broken glasses, lost my high from all the blood on the floor They play on war cries in my clubs, it's getting all over the floor Feel like I'm under the floor, yeah, uh How'd I get here? Hey ya Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya How'd I get here? Hey ya Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya How'd I get here? Hey ya Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya How'd I get here? Hey ya Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya From Letras Mania