Lyrics:
don't call them dreams
Yes, I work every morning but I don't call that a life
Yes, I once was married but I won't call me a wife
No, I don't mind
You stay up all night, till the fever breaks, you take off work to catch your sons ball game
Give up smoking so college is paid, that's what love is
of the
Whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew
What I was goin' through, 'cause
Every day I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way
room while I (Scott) tried to work out a suitable melody and lyrics. Without much warning 'Sickly' was born. Very moody. Slightly aggressive. Quiet
now that after all that you've said and done
Maybe I'm the one to blame but
To think that you could be the one
Well it didn't work out that way
never had.
Chorus:
I was brilliant at school but not in exams
My teachers they could not understand
How five years work went to the wall
And then I
I'm a very ordinary man
Trying to work out life's happy plan
Doing unto others as I'd like to have them doing unto me
When I find a very lonely
to everyone else
I'll bet I think it's gonna work when I start lyin' to myself
But baby you and I both know the truth
I've been lost since the day that I
Finding a base
To grow up smart
There's nothing
Like being far away from home to understand
How it's like
Even the phone calls didn't work
Future
You can spend all day watching work and play
Get to know his habits and his friends
Learn what makes him laugh, pry into his past
Find out what makes
the alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
I’m blind to myself
And idolize
You work
So deep
Astonished and in rapture
I can barely speak
These
know you're through
He's got some heads, now you would think
His nights work was through
Not until the sunrise, will he stop hunting you
His stolen
but I'm still your's even if
You're
No longer my guide cause inside my soul I see happyness and sweet memories
Give thanks fi your work cause I
work sounds so cool
He knows how to play the tambourin
Now check out his funk-style groove
He's Dynamic Dan The Drummer Man
From sticks to brushes,
we're gonna work this out
Time (time) is passin' right before our eyes
We gotta make a sacrifice
Or maybe we should think twice
People say, I
that?
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
(Let's go)
To all the late night people
Driving home from the club, you know your ass got work in
the D.J. spins it on the ones and twos
Get busy get jiggy whatever works for you
Whether tipsy or sober that's up to you
But before the night's over I'm
work out in the end
Oh, hold on
dissolves around us
We'll sit inside and watch it all come down
Don't worry babe
(We can work it out)
What have they done
Is this the only choice for us
get their guns out and kill me,
But how many have the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster I keep biscuits in it, it works into
Your
tonight, we're looking for party
I said I like the way you work it
The way you jerk it
Oh got some style and yes I'd like to twirk it
Got the kinda
to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just
work.
Perhaps it would be much safer
As a convenient store night clerk.
Oh, jingle bombs, jingle bombs
I think I got screwed.
Don't laugh at me
surprise
But don't expect me to be happy for you
And don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too
I don't want your pity, I hate your
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