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at work
Don't ask me for commitment
Because it's something I will shirk

I'm a bloke, I'm an ocker
And I really love your knockers
I'm a labourer by day
I

The Losing

Pretenders

Pirate Radio

2006

you feel
I'd like to know but why should i? 
Who were you then, who are you now? 
Common labourer by night, by day highbrow
Back in my room I

at work
Don't ask me for commitment
Coz it's something I will shirk

CHORUS 1
I'm a bloke I'm an ocker
And I really love your knockers
I'm a labourer by day

Sunday from the week.

What might be toward that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day,

Who is’t that can inform me?
Who is’t

Small Metal Gods

David Sylvian

Manafon

2009

And you're guilty of some self neglect
And the mind unravels for days
I've told you once
Yes, a thousand times
I'm better off this way
I'm better off this

The harvest is plenty
The labourers are few
Come, come

The road may be rocky but His promise is true 
Hold on to Him and He'll see you through 
When everybody

day baby I'll be your labourer
Tell me what I want to hear and that you're fucking with me
I saw you walk into the room like holy fuck she pretty
Shit

a refugee torn from my land
Cast off to travel this world to it's end
Never to see my proud mountains again
But I still remember them

I am a labourer, sign

Waiting for You

The Incredible String Band

Be Glad for the Song Has No Ending

1970

and l'm waiting for you
The breeze is blowing and my hair is growing
Forgotten everything my mother knew
The day is young and spring is sprung and I'm

about the nematodes
There isn't time these days
For microscopic worms
Or for unstudied germs
Of no commercial worth

And who gives a thought about

the days of the harvest
The fields are as white in your world
Still we are the labourers in your vineyard
Declaring the word of the Lord

Chorus

There's no

the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in your world
And we are the labourers in your vineyard,
Declaring the word of the Lord!

There's no god

the days of the harvest
The fields are as white in the world
And we are the labourers
In Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord

Behold He comes
Riding

and and get down there 
Well there’s talk of big paybacks, fifteen month contracts 
For skilled men and labourers, clerks and apprentices 
Oh Swan shops

of praise.
These are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in Your world,
And we are the labourers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the word

back and both French kissing , nobody wanna hear me out now they all gon listen , on my bed  sitting , hoping and wishing one day I make it and conquer

Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields
Which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them 
Which have

Days of Elijah

Robin Mark

World's Best Praise & Worship: Days of Elijah

2001

of praise.
These are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in Your world,
And we are the labourers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the word

Jacks a labourer
He works from nine to five
Then he has to travel
Another hours time
And were all just try'na get by
Were living to survive
Jacks

to stack all this paper up
Gotta go hard to the brim like a labourer
But it ain't easy when the devil tries play with ya 
Brain all the time so you gotta

a pilgrim passing through, here for my spirit man's posture to improve
By becoming a professional labourer of love 'cause a provider alone isn't worthy

People of the World
Listen to what I say
There is another way
To live another day

People of the World

Let your children grow
We have seeds to sew

Never  Never)

Never Say No o o .......oh o 

 Ehh, I was a labourer I served two maisons a time 
No matter what you do brother man never Say No
I tried

a message in the cross
A lot of people depressed nowadays
That's why I'm feeling so pressed nowadays
A lot of work in the field
A few labourers still
I'm