Lyrics:
Route 14 Box 308
She said goodbye at the cattle-guard gate
Hoping she would find her a place in the world
With her mind made up and tears in her
you
Until the work is finished, well, I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty, that's my middle name
I'm in the service business so I
Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired
Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube
You could call that number
But you'd just get
know Santa Claus is comin' to town
In the days I work my day job, in the nights I work my night
But it all comes down to workin' man's pay
Gettin'
Until the work is finished
Well, I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty
That's my middle name
I'm in the service business
So I understand
Call me
of lovin' you
Until the work is finished
Well I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty
That's my middle name
I'm in the service business
So I
of lovin' you
Until the work is finished
Well I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty
That's my middle name
I'm in the service business
So I
of lovin' you
Until the work is finished
Well I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty
That's my middle name
I'm in the service business
So I
of the sea in your beds
Where love's just a job and nothing is said
So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Many
Getting paid along the way
'Cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We
gone
All the jobs are gone
Still we're hangin' on
Down in dry county
They're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins
could stop the hurtin'
Families livin' in their cars and kids run numbers out of bars
Knowing pride won't pay the bills, men work jobs beneath their
for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist
Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
They're getting over the hill
Death is closing in and catching up
As far as I can tell
Got a plan
the youth just getting old?
Replace us with the things
That do the job better
Replace us with the things
That do the job better
Replace us with
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower
Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
They're getting over the hill
Death is closing in and catching up
As far as I can tell
Got a plan
Where I was born ev'rything was dull and dingy
I lived in a place they called "The Inner City"
Getting ahead was strictly a no no
'Cause nobody
the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money
getting money again, it's no mistake
Say they real, know that they fake
Can't even hide, see it all in they face
Man, I be high every part of my day
You
ball player future passed it to me
Caught it like a ball player
Said one job ain't enough
She wanna shake it up, so I pay for her L's
Shorty thick with
Where I was born ev'rything was dull and dingy
I lived in a place they called the inner city
Getting ahead huh was strictly a nono
Cause nobody
Getting paid along the way
'Cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We
she's strung out on crack time
Shirley never knew what it was to be held in real love
Together getting high to get to mess up their night
Anything
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