All Whine Together

words and music by Howard Ashby Kranz

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1.  Working all day for a dollar; every day’s dollar buys less! 

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Grind more grimy rings in my collar, deep into the permanent press.

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The door slams and the neighbor kids holler, and the water bill’s an insane mess.

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I’m drowning in tedium and squalor, and I’m late for my workshop on stress.

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Chorus:  But if we all whine together, if we all whine together,

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              If we all whine together, well it probably won’t help much anyway.  

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2.  Nobody cares about my brilliance, no one gives a darn about art.

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I write superb songs by the jillions, and I’m still just beginning to start.

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While brainless fluff written by children is carelessly climbing the charts,

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My poetry is timeless as Milton’s, but I still have to shop at K-mart.

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Chorus:  But if we all whine together, if we all whine together,

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              If we all whine together, well it probably won’t help much anyway.  

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3.  Now the sun shines like gold on the wicked, and the rain falls in pails on the just.

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But I drag myself out of my sickbed, cough the phlegm up, and swab out the pus.

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I’m hungry and fat and addicted, and my whole life is preposterous,

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But I just rub the lumps on my thick head, and think up some more dreams to get crushed.

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Chorus:  But if we all whine together, if we all whine together,

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              If we all whine together, well it probably won’t help much anyway.