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Building a Building (Slowride) · Working on the Building (The Palmetto Gospel) · Working On a Building (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Building a Better Me (Dogwood) · Building Dreams (Barry Watson) · Building a Better _____ (Park) · Building Nothing Out of Something (Modest Mouse) · The House You're Building (Audrey Assad) · Building a Desert (Idle Hands) · Building an Iron Man (Joe Miller) – and 90 other albums »


I see the clouds that move across the sky
I see the wind that moves the clouds away
It moves the clouds over by the building
I pick the building
I see the clouds that move across the sky
I see the wind that moves the clouds away
It moves the clouds over by the building
I pick the building
up my car working for a livin'.
Drive down to the sea shore lookin' at the pretty women.

I'm an American boy.
Drive me a chevy ain't got no
the name stuck and by the time such luminaries as Gene Vincent, Elvis Presley and B.B. King had heard this new Warhols Sound, they were calling it Rock
If I were a guitar, 
I'd like to be played by BB King
If I were a little dog, 
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man, 
Who needs to be
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with steve mcqueen
Get some music by bb
great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor

I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
awake now
Life is so bewildering
Either you're breaking or I'm building
Or I'm lying to myself all the time
Watching the world go by
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor

I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
I'm a knight
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm 
I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch 
When a call came in from the Chief 
A dragon had been
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
the countryside 
My name is St. George 
I'm a knight
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm 
I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch 
when a call came in from
like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the north star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' runnin
and kings, all things must fall

No diamond ring's gonna cut through it all


You were working as a graverobber, you could do your job at night

I was living
there was no place to hide

[Chorus]

Well, I guess you know what happened
God, I never been so clean
Yes, I feel like I'm working in a Hollywood
I'm a cloud drifting by
Dripping tears from the sky
I'm a snail without a shell
A leper with a golden bell
I've got nowhere to do
I'm a stray cat
I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitches
claiming they live but if you pop em they snitching
some wise from the building
the real kings left off
And we're still carrying on

Take a walk down Beale Street
Every place you pass by, they call you in
A beggar playing up the street
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
I'm walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn
higher than these buildings.
It goes faster than your tv.
Larger than your life, like silver.

Talk lines unbroken by old fears.
Necklaces of perfect
I've been working on a toaster that can fry a lambchop
If I could get the wiring right
By christmas time next year I'm gonna have a patent
me
Carrying your smile with me

Everywhere I look I see this world slippin' down
That low road, day by day
And I just go on working for the things I