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baby, or a single friend
No sound from the radio or car engines on the wind
So I walked 3 miles to work and I sat down at my desk
Passed the day in

Rivertown
Words & Music by Katie Freeman & Chris Chappell 
©2014 Must Hatch Music (SESAC)

There's a place in Northern California
The sweetest town

We take it slow
Because we know
We have all the time in the world
We work real hard 
So we'll go far
But appreciate the small

And we keep

out Hunger & shame, back lookin’ for change
Drawin’ a new sign, knew I would cruise by reluctantly I’ll do my ‘good deed’

With my switch in the off

Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food upon

Can you whisper the words
I've been listening for
Can you tell me the truth
Can you open the door

I've been out in the cold
Shaken by the mistake
No

FEEL LIKE A FOOL  'CAUSE YOU PLAYED BY THE RULES  BUT YOUR LIFE DIDN'T WORK OUT  LIKE YOU WANTED IT TO  YOU TRY TO SWALLOW YOUR PAIN  BUT IT'S SWALLOWING

on blond rudder lies melancholic Ra
Straighten the bronze dart, on prow goes haughty Seth
To the celestial crusade by the archipelago of the Dead.

Will rise

stand up and boast
Scream out loud when we ride on the coast
Trash that greens it makes you see low
Why would you do that I mean for real though
Ghana boy

And in my head, there’s a little hole
That I mustn’t fill, I mustn’t touch.

Feeling at ease, I won’t get up, Won’t go to work, I just won’t move.
I’ll

of town
Unless that was code for your ex coming down
Let's start with why you back by her side
When baby you left my bed like last night
All love and no

them suffer
I used to pass time by thinking of the life I could lead
Things I could do, things I could see
Thought about it every single night and it

Man strong
You could survive any season
You work out
You read more
You eat healthy , stay safe
Research the real facts
The black man wins the race
Yeah

V1
Baby, what kind of mood am I in
Are you so afraid you might come home to me wasted
Baby, what kind of silly life is this?
You work 8 to 5 and by

days and of the afro puffs and the Soul Train, Bell Bottom jeans and mini skirts hot pants on that ass ohh that's gon work. Ya see that's just a bit

a midsize,
When angels dance on thimbles
And I'm a drummer out of work,
never nimble with the symbols

I said, "Some infinite mercy might do me"
She looked

himself,
And to keep things interesting, he took a little Evil off the shelf.
But to do God¹s work, evil¹s got to be set free,
To fight Boredom, the true

up in mortal coil

We never know until we go
Only do just what we're told
A spell of good to save a few
And work the clean up crew

Are we falling?

this way
From UK to the USA
Whether you be at your work or play
We bustin' it down for you y'all
It's like this, like this y'all

Come on, this one right

and volumes f*** the ice
Man's work shouldn't be based materially
but by the food he provides his children to eat
Listen to me if that don't cut it f*** it
I'll

to everyone in every neighborhood
Whoa yeah 
Christmas In Fact
You see Christmas layin' on its back....
Get Back To Work Bitch!
With me on top
and don't you

at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through

How much work does a man have to do...
To prove himself to someone like you?
You're all a bunch of penny-pinchers!
Thieving stitching petty wingers!

[Originally performed by Terrorizer]

[Music: Terrorizer / Lyrics: Oscar Garcia]

Can't escape all your worries

Endless sorrow, pain and suffer