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Dennis Wage · Four on the Floor · Five Floor Monica · First Floor Power · Floor Jansen · Floor Janssen · The 13th Floor Elevators · 2 Brothers on the 4th Floor · Blood on the Dance Floor · Rosco Gordon & Killing Floor – and 1 other artist »
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Wage of Mayhem · Minimum Wage · Slave to the Wage · Slave to the Wage [CD1] · Slave to the Wage [CD2] · Life Stories for Minimum Wage · Millions Like Stars in My Hands, Daggers in My Heart, Wage War · Four on the Floor · Four on the Floor · Four on the Floor – and 165 other albums »
around to steal her Years I've gambled and lost like summer wages. And we'll keep rolling on till we get to Vancouver And the woman that I love is
your friends around to steal her She'll be gambled and gone Like summer wages And we'll keep rollin' on 'Til we get to Vancouver And the woman that I
ceases So I think I`ll get acquainted with the floor Oh, I was trying to get away from the things that I always do Hello, floorboards once again--how
ceases So I think I'll get acquainted with the floor Oh, I was trying to get away from the things that I always do Hello, floorboards once again--how
of rage hard and slowly aged always closing tighter with every war that's waged room without a window can't see out... floor is made of lives wed gladly end
I work in a saloon, Pulling shit pints for shit wages. It's a busy night tonight And the bar is full Of all the girls I've ever shagged,
a land with a wall around it And mine is a faith in my fellow man Theirs is a land of hope and glory Mine is the green field and the factory floor
you find yourself In an empty room With a suitcase on the floor It'll be daylight soon I'm gonna wage my private war Who's watchin' over me
wanted to spread their wings and fly away 7 people in one room No heat One wage And bills to pay I said bills to pay Gotta pay those bills Now
Don't know how the bills will get paid Hard to make it by on minimum wage. Nobody I know got it made in the shade Round and round and round we go
A third floor walk-up... One block east of Chinatown. She walked by my window, While the rain is pouring down. Looking in she sees the easy money
Those seven months I spent rolling around on the floor Just like a crippled bird I had my back through the door Still I turned my nose up
talk about the kids united And this world it won't just listen What's the situation An un-united nation Working for a slave wage What would you
wages in mumbled bouts the grub merchants chewed the fat then chewed You out pedestrian, night journeyment Pass your separate ways when you're eating
Suddenly you find yourself In an empty room With a suitcase on the floor It'll be daylight soon I'm gonna wage my private War Who's watchin' over
justification for vengeance Destroyer of the sick accuser The sky denied Strangling the swan of starvation As birth covers the floor of the church Carnivorous
again Up to the third floor Name on the office door Paper lying on the floor Pick it up and do some more Lunch break break down Valium and alcohol
Accompanying her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry Wondering can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death The gift of God is life
Wage and mayhem, put to an end momentarily Resolving confrontations, over territorial disputes Battles break out, when negotiations crumble Charred
a land with a wall around it And mine is a faith in my fellow man Theirs is a land of hope and glory Mine is the green field and the factory floor
to the job to be a lady The duty of the staff is to give the boss a whirl The wages that you get are crummy, maybe But it's all you get, 'cause you're
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor From little things big things grow From little things big things grow Gurindji were working for
the words strewn about the night While the piles of paper, the foul blue light Wage a war, the radio's tired Those tidy steps on the dance floor Change is
next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint But we can't afford a taxi,
My grandmama worked on a factory floor, Sewing leather for minimum wage, While my granddaddy worked all the beer joints in town, Tryin' to forget