Lyrics:
coffee, coffee, yeah
Espresso, espresso, espresso
Express yourself
Wake up 8am, working at 9
I'm gonna be fine with a coffee by my side
Never know what
Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even
I was up the night before
Eating tater tots at four
Now I'm sticky in the mouth
While I'm working out my core
Think my solar-plexus tor
And my ACL
to get real wet
From cutting down timber and working up a sweat
And everyone will tell you around Carlton Place
The Mississipi dripped onto Big Joe's
I'll tell you what's my cup of tea, oh
Cappuccino-double-espresso-chai-a-mocha-latte
That's the drink I like to drink, the only one I sought, eh!
If you
espresso
Holy shit
Is it that sweet? I guess so
I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger
My twisted humor
on to organize.'
Joe Hill ain't dead, he says to me
Joe Hill ain't never died
Where working man are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side
Joe Hill is
were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.
Well, the telegraph wires are humming.
Here, the governor's words come through.
He said, "I
You were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.
Well, the telegraph wires are humming.
Here, the governor's words come through.
He
all'ultimo sorso
Lascia il mio sangue senza flusso
Senza zucchero il desiderio espresso
Aiutami a salvarmi da me stesso
Volevo essere come Joe Black
Ma due
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down,
on to organize.'
Joe Hill ain't dead, he says to me
Joe Hill ain't never died
Where working man are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side
Joe Hill is
on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where working men defend their rights,
It's there you'll find Joe Hill,
It's there you'll
You were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe.
Well, the telegraph wires are humming.
Here, the governor's words come through.
He
to Maine
In every mine and mill
Where working folks defend their rights
It's there you find Joe Hill
It's there you find Joe Hill
I dreamed I saw, I
There's a place called Joe's
Where some of us go
When the hard working day is through
Through the neon and smoke
We laugh and tell jokes
to Maine
In every mine and mill
Where working folks defend their rights
It's there you find Joe Hill
It's there you find Joe Hill
I dreamed I saw, I
Jesus he died for us
Gave up his life for us
Jesus gods only son
Died on the cross
Jesus loved working girls
Dug how they saw the world
Learned how
say quit, cause I don’t care anyway
It’s 5:43, I’m ready to leave,
but nothing that I’m doing is increasing the speed
Last breath,
Cup a joe in my hand
say quit, cause I don’t care anyway
It’s 5:43, I’m ready to leave,
but nothing that I’m doing is increasing the speed
Last breath,
Cup a joe in my hand
say quit, cause I don’t care anyway
It’s 5:43, I’m ready to leave,
but nothing that I’m doing is increasing the speed
Last breath,
Cup a joe in my hand
Come one
(come one)
Come all
(come all)
And hear of the man working on your downfall
From head to toe
And to elbow
He's low joe
His name is low joe
Joe, he was a fighter, defender of the working man
Rallied up the AFL-CIO
The miners and the movement, echoes of his hand
'Cause Joe, he was
he says to me
"Joe Hill ain't never died
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side
Joe Hill is at their side"
"From San Diego up
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