Guttermouth - God, Steve McQueen 'The Work Song' Lyrics
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- God, Steve McQueen 'The Work Song' Lyrics
Album: Shave The Planet Well, I swing this hammer from 9 to 5 Been workin' for the man just to stay alive W-O-R-K is how I spell work Feel depressed, I miss my family Maybe if I work long then I'll feel just fine Haven't smoked in a week My back is kinda tweaked Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime Work, work, work, work, work, work, work Well, I work all day and drink all night We fight all morning 'til we get it right Then, we go to school to be a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work That's all I do is work, work, work, work, work Lots of pride I get from work Dad says real men have to work A union man gets lots of pride from work In the bailing fields or on the farm I've only got a tan on half of my arm I work real quick when you hit me with a whip Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime Work, work, work, work, work, work, work Well, I work all day and drink all night We fight all morning 'til we get it right Then, we go to school to be a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work I love to work, work, work, work, work, work America A country carried on the back of the working man A man with fire in his eyes and steel in his belly A man who could build anything Like a chair or a table, or he can fix a car, or he can fix a radiator Without him you wouldn't be able to drive to work And then you wouldn't be able to work And no one would go to work 'cause Work, work, work, work, work, work, work Well, I work all day and drink all night We fight all morning 'til we get it right Then, we go to school to be a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work I love to work, work, work, work, work, work
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