Lyrics:
till the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in
I do it better
At night I work in a strange bar
Impersonating every star
I'm quite deceiving
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what I'm all
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
by the night's end
Surrounded by yes-men
Y'all got beef you can fight
One of my hypemen
Stay lean like a bison
She tighter than a vise is
Trying
Her name is Laticia
Best lookin' girl in town
Well she's a fine, fine, fine girl
Yes she's a fine, fine, fine girl
Laticia works only by night
Doin'
Your rhetoric will entice me
To write raps on my white sheets
Men at work in our Nike's
We're comfortable in out white tee's
I'm by myself with no
She doesn't trust men no more
She's always crying every single night and
And I should have been the one to blame
I don't think that she will ever
Want to hear that play by play
And when the siren blows, you can always hear them say
Well it's hockey night in Canada and you know we can't be beat
ye if yer late,
When we have to push the boat out on a spring tide.
Now ye could die and hope for Heaven, but ye'd need to work your shift,
And I'd
down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back
Down in Flea Street he first met
a highway lit by the lights
I know you'll storm the way, just like the men in the night
You stand when your legs are broken
You cry when your eyes are dry
nothing about doing dirt
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
I been there, any part of the game you name
I done did it, even
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
office men
Down to the plebs
I'm burning in
I'm fading out
Consumed by sin
On a virtuous route
Adrift by night
Tethered by day
Try as I might
I can't
I work hard
I've paid my dues
I went out at night
Getting by
Playing the blues, yeah
Why do some men change
Oh, when they got money
When they got
the Den
This where the boys turn into men, nah
We can't be friends
'Cause we is a fam', we makin' ammends
That is a lesson learned
But we know the blessings
to making a living
Working long hours
Turning men on touching herself
Song by song
Selling her body
All night long my mom always knew
The show must go
could feel it
Any night you walked in the place
She was there
You could be sure
The rhythms of her hips still clung to the walls of mens psyche
Of the slaves that they treated like dirt
After all that hard work
(kid capri)
Clap your hands to the beat, c'mon, just clap your hands to the beat
Freak it now
feelings
Got work in the morning
Not spending the night with you
They're always acting like my body's for rent
Need a place to lay down for their second head
the morning light the water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage the Ponderosa ranch
Day by day work
Hoesch, Krupp, Thyssen, Mannesmann –
they make their steel with men
in the blood of men
and the ink of chimneys
the smoke nights write their oaths
smoke
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
This is the story of love that came undone
This is the story of two men
And a gun of two men and a gun
A man that I'd never met stole my wife
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