Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Want you to work me, baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby, I will
At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
I drive a big old truck with the tires pumped up I?ve got my hands around a motor all day I?ve got my name on my shirt, a little grease, little dirt But
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Now the cards I've drawn's a rough
Maybe you collect or maybe you pay (whether) Still got to work that eight hour day Whether you like that job or not You'd better keep it on ice while
Lord, I'm a working man And music is my trade I'm travelin' with this five-piece band I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family Who don't see
Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin
All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that
Well, I know sometimes you find it hard To understand just what we do out here Well, that bus rolls up at home And I just disappear And I sure don't
They oughta' run your picture in a magazine 'Cause you're the hardest working woman I've ever seen If we weren't sinkin' in a river of debt I'd say, "
You can see that you're being surrounded From every direction And love was just something you found To add to your collection It used to seem we were
Dancing on the speakers Are you peaking with tweakers Bigots and the breeders on the scene The night don't last forever So get your shit together Open
I cross my fingers on a Monday morning I keep on smiling and I keep on singing So sure that I don't deserve it My throat aches and my ears are ringing
Intro: Where do we go from here What do i do with these feelings longing to have you near knowing we shouldn't be dealing Verse 1: Why must the bad things
A perfect day to get out of bed Shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim A perfect day to just walk
Life's like a mayonnaise soda And life's like space without room And life's like bacon and ice cream That's what life's like without you Life's like
In the night I look for love Endless strength from the man above God of piston, god of steel God is here behind the wheel I'm just working for the man
The steaks are getting cold on the table I've got the TV on to "That's Incredible" Every other woman is hot apple pie so why isn't he home on time? He