Lyrics:
the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me & by mcgee.
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth
happened one day
While I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on
When I heard the jockey raving about
A brand new smash
By a kid
calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
scrape it by til then
He’s workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
And twiddlin his thumbs
Still workin odd jobs, on and on
Good God
And in
and spider stew (yum)
We're his little henchmen and we take our job with pride
We do our best to please him and stay on his good side
I wish my cohorts
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma shave burma burma burma shave
I bet I've seen
keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never going to stop the rain by
Honey I know you got a good job
Out there making all that dough
They keep late working that overtime
And I don't ever see you no more
Guess your
head, they keep falling...
So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said, I didn't like the way, he got things done.
Sleeping on the job
to run
You got a job, and a car, and a good dental plan
You got health insurance, pocket money
Damn
America
America, America
You can't bury
keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me, oh
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by
head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
Between the one name Lucifer,
And the Morning Star, The ultimate of good.
Enveloped by a trillion planets,
Clean as lightning and hard as granite,
is one night I'm wishing I could rewind
I'm wishing I could rewind (put a cork back into that sweet red wine)
I re-live this night
So good so right
keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me 'cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain
By
happy
So, if you've been good yourself
You might see the happy elf
Stop by your house and make
You very happy
The happy elf
I'm the happy elf
I'm
There's a cement octopus
Sit's in Sacramento, i think
Gets red tape to eat, gasoline taxes to drin
And it grows by day and it grows by night
And it
gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
Yeah, the good Lord knows I need it
I didn't write it, but I probably oughta read it
The one that lays by
fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because
wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dream
Well, well it wasn't a good- (what was it?)
Yo, yo, I just had a crazy dream, man (what?)
Yo, yo, I
head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those
Not on your life, my Hindu friend
What about us brain-dead slobs?
You'll be given cushy jobs
Were you sent here by the Devil?
No, good sir, I'm
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