Lyrics:
You want a bag, you go have to work
Say shawty bad, you go have to work
You want glass, you go have to work
Nobody get a pass, everybody work
I want
to work, the glass windows frosted
Just enough to draw a picture on them
Orange skies tint the seat
Tint the world, tint me
If I have to hear "when I was
And the waves break over
The beach of our bodies
As you reach your fingers out to me
Why don't we take the whole of next week off work,
We're falling
You
of breaking glass
I love the sound of breaking glass
Deep into the night
I Iove the work on it can do
Oh a change of mind
The sound of breaking glass
It's a lazy Sunday, gone away till Monday
The flowers in my garden bloom
Soaking up the sun
Ice is melting in my glass
All my work is done
It's
believing
Stiletto society, Champagne variety
Nights of broken glass work will make you free
Mustang slang in no place you'd rather be
Lime's of the essence
Stacking stuff
The screaming kids
I've had enough
The floors are covered
In broken glass
Work for now
Forget the past
Workin full time
In the Devil's Kitchen
light his favorite cigar
We'd always hear him singin'
As he headed down the bar
Oscar Wilde I raise my glass
Work is the curse of the drinking class
on some musk
His looking glass works more than you
Drops your number thinks you're dumber
When his declines he cries boo hoo
Say can you see this rogues
to ease
From the magic in this glass
Yeah, that's the way it works down here
Things turn around real fast
And here we are
Strangers, barefoot dancing
bottles
Pop, pop, pop
(Take it back to the verse right now)
A little fun
Never killed, never hurt nobody
So grab a glass, and raise it up
Baby work
of breaking glass
I love the sound of breaking glass
Deep into the night
I love the work on it can do
Oh change of mind
Oh a change of mind
Sound
are
Loving me like I’m broken glass
Touching me like a work of art
(Who do you, who do you think you are)
Who do you, who do you think you are
Loving me
Hold me to your magnifying glass and work me out
Coz my head’s a city and you’re paving all my streets with doubt
You’ve got your mind
Set on it
You
thee, old and free
For you, yellow and blue
We'll do four
For family, raise your glass
All work no class - 365
We are old, cold, lost souls
Looking for
him
Damn, you movin' off a past hurts
You saw another bitch in a whip, think breakin' glass works
Or puncture tires, when you're gonna get tired
He lied
Ash the blunt in my wine glass
I start work at half past
But for now its only a quarter to five
Ash the blunt in my wine glass
Iron my shirt half assed
the swamp
There's a playground of children
In the shadows of buildings
There's a line out the church
Where your homelessness works
Where your stain
I come home from work and have a glass of wine
Kick off my shoes and wait on you
Well it's way past dawn and your still gone
Where in the world
of glass
Acting like their work is gonna save the world
Maybe you, catch a clue
I know just what to do
Call your family
Ask to pay for your own phone bill
We are all works of art
We are not broken, these are just scars
We cannot change the past
We won't be shattered, we are not glass
So many stories, but
could just wash me down
Japanese work ethic
Is a glass bottle car bed
Naive dreams replaced by a stranger that
Helped himself into your head
It's getting
work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two
glass
I love the sound of breaking glass
Deep into the night
I love the work on it can do
Oh change of mind
Oh a change of mind
Sound of breaking glass
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