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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Filth/Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Filth/Body to Body, Job to Job (Swans) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Why Don't You Get a Job? [Japan EP] (The Offspring) – and 90 other albums »


substitutin crack for music 

I mean dope tapes 

This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) 

For all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even
substitutin crack for music 

I mean dope tapes 

This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) 

For all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even
substitutin crack for music 

I mean dope tapes 

This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) 

For all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even
substitutin crack for music 

I mean dope tapes 

This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) 

For all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even
It's an inside job
To hang on to the joy of living

They know the road by which you came
They know your mother's maiden name
And what you had for
9-to-5 job
Rather have a knob job

Things get too inertial
No time for commercials
I'd rather be a clone
I guess I'm going home
To visit Kojak
Gong
the Crypt.
I met Ghetts when I was fourteen, lost touch.
By sixteen, I'd linked up with Ghetts again
Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for
set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job
a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob
Slob
Slob

Waiting for little clues to appear
That I drank some of grandaddy's beer

I don't like
What you call a pain
I call weeding out
And what you call the rain
Comes out of my mouth

Fuzzy sun
Gets you one by one
Fuzzy sun
Gets the job well
for me?
I've got no house and I got no job, just got a worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head left by the number nine coal. Left by
situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in
doing my job

And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me,
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm
Paperback writer
Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book
It took me years to write, will you take a look
Based on a novel by a man named Lear
war waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity and machine gun bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression
around
You know I just can't see you now
In my, in my new world crystal ball
You know I just can't free you now
That's not my job at all

Move it on up,
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give
I say
Yea buddy!
Double shot paint job what
Chevy tuned up like a nascar pit stop
Fresh paint job (check)
Fresh inside (check)
Is the outside
Had a skin job for a hair-do
Yeah, you looked pretty cool
Had a habit doing mainline
Watch the dragon burn
No regrets, you've got no goals
Nothing
If I quit my job for the simple life
Honey would you stand by me
If I bought a little cabin on a mountainside
Honey would you stand by me

Would
(Could you use a little help?) Not for me
(Just call on me if you need a little help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well, I'm gonna take her
good time is a job for you
Do you enjoy the fear you cause
By pulling out your book of laws
Without me you would have no job
You're full of shit you
[Chorus]
So there you go for the rings
Legs entwined and circling
Height of the backside swing
Arms reaching beckoning me

But I am the thin man
All
of four choices: 
You could take a new job offer for more chips 
Stick it out a little longer or forfeit 
But my advice to anybody that wants to quit