Lyrics:
Down at the railroad station my suitcase settin' by my side
Got no high hopes of leaving I'm just watching the trains go by
Watching the trains go
the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth, first warm it by
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
By Elton John and Bernie Taupin
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
I WAS BORN IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND,
I WAS RAISED IN A WORKING TOWN.
I BROKE ALL THE RULES
father's own father stood huddled
With the tired and hungry and scared
Turn of the century pilgrims
Bound by the dream that they shared
They were
still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Cause pay checks are coming up
and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me but
Well, I guess I've been a long time
Working in a backline
Trying to make a song fit
When you know it never was mine
Two-dollar high-heel
could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been a success
Some
Well you think that you can lie and tell me alibis
And it's alright
Keep the grapevine line working overtime
On your late nights
You think you
Yeah, yeah
We gonna send this one out to all the hard-working people in America today
If you working 9 to 5, I want you to know that you doing
everything inside and out and
Love's strange, so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When
I'm no more than a friend girl
I can see that you need more
My boots are on my feet now
My bag is by the door
And the love and the attention
I've been working here, Monday, it'll be a year
And I can't recall a day when I didn't wanna disappear
But I keep on showing up, hell-bent
Whispering beside me when I say my prayers.
Ain't that a mine working
Working I and I travelers
Journeying together to the promised land
But old man
I'm hiding nine wives, close my eyes
Valiant, like a god I fly
Merry-go-round, window-speak
Working only for luxury
Married to failure, dulled by
we've created
By working hand in hand
By working hand in hand
Тhere is a glitch in the system
Outside the brain flow
Armored shells melt down
Explode in the main code
Sieged by the blind mass
They won't stop
life's made up
You're a working man
So make a final stand
Time goes by
I know there's things to be done
Times go by
Living on a time bomb
You know we're
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
You were in college, working part-time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk, with
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
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