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Albums:

Park Bench Theories (Jamie Scott) · Work Work Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) Pt.2 (The Rakes) · Work This, Vol. 4: Club NRG Work Out (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Work and Non Work (Broadcast) · Work This, Vol. 3: Club NRG Work Out (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Work This, Vol. 2: Club NRG Work Out (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Work and Non Work (Broadcast) · Work This, Vol. 1: Club NRG Work Out (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Work Song (Nat Adderley) · This Woman's Work [Box Set] (Kate Bush) – and 90 other albums »


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Meanwhile, I work in a large room
I work in a room that's large and bare
I'm at this work bench every day

I never miss a day, I keep my tools very
You took a time bomb
And a case of crackers
And you made a maelstrom of organic debris
Then you took a work bench
And a rusty anvil

And you
What started out as small talk
On a bus stop bench before work
Turned into the greatest love story
I've ever heard
She said D's not the kind
work bench and
(I'm wrenchin') mics from they graspin'
(That's how it has been)
The drill's this: I kill swift
I feels I better slay or, (hey
my tape
work bench and
(I'm wrenchin') mics from they graspin'
(That's how it has been)
The drill's this: I kill swift
I feels I better slay or, (hey
my tape
work bench and
(I'm wrenchin') mics from they graspin'
(That's how it has been)
The drill's this: I kill swift
I feels I better slay or, (hey
my tape
Hangin' on to every nickel and every dime never had a dollar to call mine
I gotta work tomorrow just to pay for the day
Well I worked all that I can
The farmin' life is a hell of a life
You scratch all day. You barely sleep at night
But when the works all done you know where I'll be found
High
of fried on the bench beside me
Enough chicken for one man's needs
Life's been getting a little bit easy lately
Been swingin' from tree to tree

No
it
How could I say no?

And our love could have soared
Over playgrounds and rooftops
Every park bench screams your name
I kept your tie

I've gone
asked me for it
How could I say no?

And our love could have soared
Over playgrounds and rooftops
Every park bench screams your name
I kept your tie
was sitting on a bench with you


I've never heard of something that sweet

But are you sure you want me?


I tried to say, I want this to work

And yet
A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat.
Someone should have set a match to this place years ago.
A bench
A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat.
Someone should have set a match to this place years ago.
A bench
to know that ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants, it's who wears the skirt

In the top drawer of her dresser there's some panties
Go try
a single bear in there (cache, cache)

Did you ever have to make a draw
Did you ever have to make a draw
For a hard wooden bench or a bed of stone
For
On the way back from work it was still getting dark
He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark
And she was still sitting on that bench
I walked all day tryin' to find me work
I must have knocked on one-hundred doors
Would have swallowed my pride for some money
And be satisfied
I walked all day tryin' to find me work
I must have knocked on one-hundred doors
Would have swallowed my pride for some money
And be satisfied
I say no?

And our love could have soared
Over playgrounds and rooftops
Every park bench screams your name
I kept your tie

I've gone wherever you
as the needles pulled through
I love operations and the beautiful stench
Dissected slowly on my bench
Sewn up punctures and gaping holes
Keeping them alive so
to
Nonsensical ears. I fear why I desire. I understand how this all works and yet I'm still fixated.
Saturday nights are just the start, a day or two into
bench or a bed of stone?
Did you ever jimmy a stable door
Or scare the horse to escape the snow?

Did you ever invade a neat little yard
Wake up
one off the bench nigga
You can call me the 6 man
Lot of squares in my living room
AKA I'm the brickman
And I hope that you a snitch player
So we
And I came back to Chicago to work on the railroad.

And we wrote letters every day,
Which were later thrown away.
And God knows what we wrote or what