Lyrics:
of us
And if those ancestors speak in a tongue of drought
A breath charred by the desert sun too long left out
A dream splintered by what they've gone so
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
don't think about it
It's alright
If you don't look at it, it's alright
How time slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
That ass you hiding couldn't be any bigger, figures
I want your work (oh) but you dont work for free (you don't work for free)
I heard you sir (oh) yeah
no gods
There are no kings
We are just men
Feeding on living things
We work hard to buy a bed
To rest on when we're dead
We work hard to lose
We are
Something I did Something I don't
I can't explain how to
I cant' speak for everybody but
[Verse 1]
There must be more good women than men
By striking a good match
And this could be the day.
Men want girls with good taste, calm, obedient.
Who work fast-paced.
With good breeding and a tiny
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
down by my side
Baby come with me
Get high off of your life with me
I’m trying to work on myself so be
Proud of your man when I succeed
‘Cause I’m fucked
words:
Jesus of Nazareth, a Man approved of God unto you by mighty works, and wonders, and signs,
which God did by Him in the midst of you, as ye
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men
to blow this spot up
Then hide the rubble
Cause all your mumble jumble
Really makes me wonder
I'm a quiet storm
Can't you hear my thunder
It's men at work
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