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Work Work Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) Pt.2 (The Rakes) · Sign of the 3 Eyed Men (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Men at Work: Live (Gianmaria Testa) · Work and Non Work (Broadcast) · 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) – and 90 other albums »


to blowin'
All day out in that hot sun with no reward for any work he'll do
And then he'll come back in the evening
And dreams a lot of dreams that can't
and the lumbermen
And the men who work the mills
And the poor hard workin' miners
Who died inside the hill

[Chorus]
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood
and the lumbermen
And the men who work the mills
And the poor hard workin' miners
Who died inside the hill

[Chorus]
While the rivers that flow
Are the blood
The houses all go racing by
And I'm in someone's yard and
The rivers and lakes
Have rivers of roads to find our country
And birds in their eggs, and men
the life, weh we a live
We haffi turn 'roun the negs make them turn positive

Chorus

Say, a no no if a no no but a the only way out
You hatfi work for
of yesterday's life
Or of a lover who had
Gone in a moment of strife

No thought of sleep ever dwells
Upon the wise man's mind
Some task or audience
Our lives were like lines on a map
You could measure us by comparison

She found out if she took off her clothes
She could score men by embarrassment
relentlessly
Their story will be told
Of five brave men endlessly

All sorrow is left
For the woman to bare
The children cries
They live in fear

No man
Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born
Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus
All that he might help us see

Magna eyes
rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5
With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive
Told her I had a girl, nah fuck it I didn't lie
Told her this
of the land, hey hey hey hey
'Cause made by almighty men

Live by the good book if you're able
You must play your cards on top of the table
When you gather
Mr. Greene
Asked me yesterday,
"Boy, what do you want to be?
With some work,
In ten years or so,
You could be sitting here just like me."
He
around me 
I see jealousy and mayhem 
Because no men have all their peace of mind 
To carry them
Well I don't really care 
If it's wrong or if it's
To the giants that died that day
He held up his hammer high and called Odin for a sign

Thor the mighty, Thor the brave
Crush the infidels in your way
By
To the giants who died that day
He held up his hammer high
And called to Odin for a sign

Thor the mighty Thor the brave
Crush the infidels in your way
By
low
And it ain't no cash flow
Shit I go to work
Move it by the boat load

When the stash low and it's no cash
Get it in
And you ridin' no L's no tags
don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
I don´t need no more prophets crying
"Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hand
And give me
around
Same situation, Nothing is really new
No one together, No one is me and you

Each day passed by so quickly now
You can feel it drawing much closer
was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Coming out of the woodwork
Through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no
it.
There will be struggle and fear,
All by design

And still we march further away (We've been so logicated)
Singing our songs of yesterday (Nothing's
men should go no more

Descending stairs of icy stone
Carved by man himself
We built these frigid cavern halls
Where limbonic lives have crept
no substance, in the shape of men 
Round and down and sideways they go 
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair 
Then as one they sign
of yesterday's life
Or of a lover who had
Gone in a moment of strife

No thought of sleep ever dwells
Upon the wise man's mind
Some task or audience
Riches no one can exceed 

And why are some men born 
With a fate of poverty 
One firm bed 
For a swollen back 
Year by year 
The bodies wracked
When You Find Out Who You Are Lyrics
It's of a strange and furious time
When men did speed to pray
Along the road of discontent to gods of gold