Lyrics:
dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
(Eva:)
This is crazy defeatist talk
Why commit political suicide, there's no risk
There's no call
distance lends enchantment
And that is why all exiles are distinguished
More important, they're not dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
This is
satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the good stuff
The boss wants to party all night
My Julies in the chorus
On Mr. Zigfields
tippy toes for the flow
Stay low key like midget doorknobs
Stay above the law like Judge Judy giving blow jobs
Satisfaction, three out of four Braxtons
verifications into quality of life, Job satisfaction home satisfaction, being able to live out your dreams, getting to a point where you can say “I did that shit”
to quit while we're ahead
For distance lends enchantment
And that is why
All exiles are distinguished
More important they're not dead
I could find job
distance lends enchantment, and that is why
All exiles are distinguished, more important, they're not dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
This is
flames
Lights, Camera, Action
It's Judgement Day
Not printed retraction
On the front page
No job satisfaction
Just minimum rage
You fell out of fashion
But don't say "cunt"
Don't say Second Amendment
Don't say everything's fine
Don't say Freedom of Assembly
Don't say Palestine
Don't say job
pay enough Beskar
Then Din's up to take on a Death Star
His job satisfaction isn't surveyed
But getting the payment's the best part
Except ever since he
any better
Trust you and I might get burned
So I lead I make it my turn
I don't need to meet your satisfaction
Take the job, already an attraction
Trust
absentees
Luxury, convenience, satisfaction
Useless jobs and xeroxed routines
Warmth bled by cold distractions
Essence bludgeoned by amenities
and back
Lacked the experience, yeah, it was denied
Pops back with the rescue, a daily job to brag
My satisfaction of gaining money went opposite
Gaining
Drillin’ Yeah ma’am I'm your handy man
Bangin’ Drillin’ Here I am your handy man
No job’s done till it meets your satisfaction
Hire a true
of my actions
You know a job well done
Gives me satisfaction
Can I earn your trust
Your love and affection
Just one step at a time
In the right direction
problems with a trigger
I don't need forgiveness for my sins
I don't need redemption for my sins
Got the satisfaction of a job well done
With my own bare
high
I've been down, I'd be moving all around
Covering all the spots
And my actions put to satisfaction
Seems like a job well done
Seems like a job well
(Lyrics : Chris Palengat)
Feeling no remorse when bombs land on target
You feel the satisfaction of a job well done
Devoid of feeling
You¹re a war
Satisfaction it ain't guaranteed
Satisfaction is what I need
Satisfaction I'm a get it you'll see
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I been feeling it
But success was on the way
Working day to day for a job that barely pays
Showed no satisfaction tryin not to slave away
Looking at the stars
As he
wanna
Ride with a nigga like me
No cuffing she want to be free
Yea she want the
Skipping past a b and c
Her satisfaction's guaranteed
Yea I'm a different
As we head in to the danger zone
To find a little pink house for her and me
We did it for love
We did it for satisfaction
It was the rage of the age
get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout
As we head in to the danger zone
To find a little pink house for her and me
We did it for love
We did it for satisfaction
It was the rage of the age
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