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That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
ready to ride
Say a little pray give a nod and go, stay clean in the middle
'Till I hear that whistle blow

Gimmie eight more seconds, gimmie one more
And faith is a sight for the blind
And love is a riddle and a rhyme
And time goes quickly by

Like hell on high wire
I'm caught in a wildfire
Lights are
a couple of shots

Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause they were poor
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
to hold? 
Rebel
Backslider
Reach higher
You give them hell
You give them

Hell this ain't no warning
You give'em hell because you must
It's a long
a little rebel in 'em
Come on everybody, holler, it's all right
Everybody's got a little devil in 'em
Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight

Calling all
comin' come hell or high water
I'm comin' come hell or high water
So tell em bring on the rays
The clouds the hurricanes
I'm comin' come hell or high water
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
An' so am I
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
hurricane
Can't get by me
Come under my love
Feel the energy
Let go
Lay your burdens down (lay your burdens down)

Lay'em down
Lay'em down
Lay your burdens
em, now smack em up
And ain't no way to reach us we're sleeping like hells castle
Sky is falling

Rain and thunder and lightning
Crumbling
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
old


It's Hell down here
and we've got to make the change (x4)

Give em Hell Maceo good God hit em hard

Oh oh oh oh
It's Hell givin up
You can get some, when they give it
Nothing sacred, but it's a living

Hey ho here she goes
Either a little too high or a little too low
Got no
the room
She sees some buffoon
Blown away by her style
She goes out of her way
So that she can play
And make him beg for a little while

Shoot 'em
THE ROOM SHE'S SEES SOME BUFFOON
BLOWN AWAY BY HER STYLE
SHE GOES OUT OF HER WAY SO THAT SHE CAN PLAY
AND MAKE HIM BEG FOR A LITTLE WHILE
SHOOT 'EM DOWN,
a little dirt
On the country road
That's been paved
By the way they've been
Spiting on the old boys graves
Waitin' on Hank to come on back
And lay
advice
Well, tell 'em they look a-like they need a love in their life
And give 'em my number

Give 'em my number
And tell 'em I'm waitin' by the phone
the room
She sees some buffoon
Blown away by her style
She goes out of her way
So that she can play
And make him beg for a little while

Shoot 'em
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady
(Tell 'em I don't give a fuck)
Slim Shady does not give a fuck what
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by