Lyrics:
the neon night
I like it when we drive
I work my fingers to the bone
I work my fingers to the bone
Cuz I like taking you out
I like to call you
case
Stuck on a photograph... whoa-ho
I'll work my fingers... to the bone
I live it up when I'm... all alone
Cover my mouth in this empty home
Doot-doot
Stress, I just wanna sit down and relax,
Hi Stress, why doesn’t everybody get off of my back,
Hi Stress, I work my fingers down to the bone,
Hi Stress,
to square one
I close my eyes and face the sun
I'll work my fingers to the bone
Until they play their final note
Fruit of knowledge in the tree
Hanging from
work one's fingers to the bones
I see them mindless
Looking like some zombies
A product of another
Like they're stamped with
Made in China
Follow false
by
I work my fingers to the bone
Just to pay the interest on a loan
I can't get ahead
No matter how I try
Seems like I'm always barely getting by
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yea, the dishes and the diapers
I work my fingers to the bone 'til I ain't got nothin' left
I earned everything I own, signed my name with blood and sweat
And it goes one time if
(Got to be love)
And I'd work my fingers to the bone
Just for you and you alone
Now ain't that love?
(Got to be love, that's what it is)
Woman, ain't
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yea, the dishes and the diapers
Darlin' darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers to the bone, I would never, never roam
To you I'd always come home
'Cause
Darlin' darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers to the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
CHORUS:
Darlin' darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers to the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
'Cause
I work for the money
Try to live my life
Sometimes it's very hard to make it all yourself
Everyday
Monday to Friday
I work till my fingers
have a thousand yard stare
I work my fingers down to the bone
At the factory
My dreams all lie in the ashes now
It's all history
When I was a young man
da
You can have anything I own
Work my fingers all the way to the bone
Da da da da da da da (hey, hey)
Da da da da da da
Now baby I don't
da
You can have anything I own
Work my fingers all the way to the bone
Da da da da da da da (hey, hey)
Da da da da da da
Now baby I don't
Darlin', darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers through the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
Cause
Darlin', darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers through the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
Cause
Darlin', darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers through the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
Cause
Darlin' darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers to the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
'Cause
Darlin' darlin'
If I could have you to call my very own
I work my fingers to the bone, I am alone
To you I'd always come home
'Cause
Unable to be anything
So I work my fingers to the bone
For you to assume my identity
It's all comedic masquerade
For your violent insecurity
Hatred for you
something you should know
I’d die before I’d let you go
I work my fingers to the bone
To follow the light of this
All the things that we’ve been told
We will
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