Lyrics:
Clumsy, always quivering
Always searching for your things
You don't work, but you cannot find a rest
Cause you gave up too soon
Old man sitting
a bad hand to a woman who has laid too many bets
The mirror stares you in the face and says,"Baby, uh, uh, it don't work"
You say your prayers though
decisions
Over another day of the same thing
Bad food, bad dreams, and Bad Religion.
It's OK cause my way has only got to work for me.
So tell me is it gonna
be up in jail for breakin ya neck
I done tried to hard just to make things work
And arguments go too far til ya feelings get hurt
They got me packin
Incessantly.
I'm why you close your blinds at night. Your mom tucks you in to your covers so
Tightly
Holding on to what we had, driving past your work
putting it on and I'm thinking of you
When I was a child I followed some holy men
Going into woods to do their work
I had an overcoat on just to cover me
Any fool will tell ya
Not to look at toby mills
On a day you got a twinkle in your eye
He got hands like chew toys
From his work on the machines
There I was completely wasted, out of work and down.
All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.
Feel as though nobody cares if I
crazy for me
She's funny that way.
Tho' she loves to work and slave for me ev'ry day
She'd be so much better off if I went away.
But why should I
a limo to pick you up from work
But you didn't see me, I felt like a jerk
I bought you flowers so you would be impressed
Then you're allergic, well, I
like I've lost my fate when we can't work it out there's a...
Sharp pain in my soul, no cars on the county road what I'd give to change my fate when
contemplating a sick day from work
a stingy little man
Resolved herself to work upon a good old fashion plan
While Willy was sleeping fast that night she said I'll take a chance
Got out
only we can work it out
It's slowly maintaining now
Tried to bring it back, but it's over somehow
The reality is you were never real at all
your little finger.
Here you come again,
just when I'm about to make it work without you,
you look into my eyes and lie those pretty lies
and pretty
and work on something.
Stay in bed and amount to nothing.
Puddles splashed in vein and pushed away.
It seems we like to hold tight at all the wrong
I wake up in the morning Sun
I work 'til I'm done
I never look at the clock
I'm living out of time
In my cocoon
Smooth like water running down
the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set
[Method Man]
Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
Style
a wonderful life
Work real hard and break your back - youĺre still poor
Pimp your ass for a loaf of bread - youĺre a whore
Politicians lie and cheat - all
seems so real
I'm hoping, just hoping
Someday soon if it all works out
Nova Scotia is where I'm bound
Believing, I'm still believing
I'll hear
Mann sitzt auf der Straße und ein Schild neben ihm liegt
Darauf stehen nur vier Worte „Will Work For Eat“
Das ist die Situation hier in diesem tollen
her
Can't describe him in his corner
Like a rat out of the water
Out of work and outta grass
Mother Mary, never seems to stop to talk, she just
my box
Is your favorite fantasy
So, are ya gonna tell me about it now?
It's my own work of art
It depends on my mood
Can be as hot as a kiss
You play a major role, this how the game'll go
Work for the paper hoe, and get a player dough
See I'm a business man, no stocks and bonds
Tippin'
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