Work Work

Work Work

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Song	Links
1. What Am I Going To Do?
2. I Think I Know Everything
3. Work Work	mono mp3
4. I Get A Headache
5. Dayglow Sunglasses
6. Flu
7. Have a Job?	mono mp3
8. Just a Clock
9. Pajama Man
10. Science
11. Holy War

Work Work - Lyrics

Well, I gotta go to work now
I gotta stay inside all day
When am I gonna see the sun?
I only got another thirty years of work
When am I gonna have some fun?
I just need the money
And I want some honey, honey
Hey, this is a funny, funny song
What am I gonna do I gotta eat
What am I gonna do I gotta sleep
What am I gonna do I gotta drive my car

Everyone's got Reeboks
Do they last so long?
I'm going to get me one or two
The more I can pull down
The less I can live without
And the more I will jump and shout
I just need a song to sing
What am I going to do with these things
Although I need a cordless screwdriver
What am I gonna do I gotta eat
What am I gonna do I gotta sleep
What am I gonna do
I gotta drive my second car

Well, I gotta go to work now
I gotta stay inside all day
When am I gonna see the sun?
Well, I only got another thirty years of work
When am I gonna have some fun?

(instrumental)

What am I gonna do I gotta sleep
What am I gonna do I gotta fly my plane

Well, I gotta go to work now
I gotta stay inside all day
When am I gonna see the sun?
Well, I only got another thirty years of work
When am I gonna have some fun?
Yeah, I only got another thirty years of work
When am I gonna have some fun?
When am I gonna see the sun
Then I'm gonna have some fun
When I'm gonna see the sun
Then I'm gonna have some fun... yeah.

I think I know everything
So I know that's not true
It makes it hard to live with me
I know by watching you
I try to synthesize to find the half way line
Does that mean I'm
Walking on the edge all the time? (repeat)

There are rifts between what I think
And what I feel and do
And as I scale the cliffs I know why this is true
I stand up straight instead of
Walking on all fours
For I was raised with primates
But I fought with carnivores (repeat)

To know that this is true I look inside my head
Or I flex my fingers or I hop into my bed
All the reasons for my heavens and my hells
Are all balled up and tangled
In the helix of my cells

I don't want to be the king or be the head of state
And I don't want to be the boss
I'm always running late
But if I could get the chairman
And investors to concur
I'd report to the CEO as head philosopher (repeat)

To know that this is true I look inside my head
Or flex my fingers or I hop into my bed
That all the reasons for my heavens and my hells
Are all balled up and tangled
In the helix of my cells

I think I know everything but I know that's not true
(repeat)

I go to work, work, I go to work, work (chorus)
I go to work, work, to feed my family
(repeat)

Eight to five to stay alive
I'm looking for the weekend
I try to sing as I go through the ring
And get ready to go around again and again
Again and again

(repeat chorus)

It's hard to tell that I'm not in a cell
But everyone has gotta do it
Sometimes it's swell, sometimes it's hell
Yeah, one day is hard, one day there's nothing to it

(repeat chorus, instrumental)

I do the work jerk, I'm in the work murk
I see the work clerk to feed my family

If I could do anything I wanted to
I'd be making music from one to one
But if that were so, then I don't know
If it would be so much fun

So I
(repeat chorus twice)

A letter told me of the day
Early in the month of May
Axe the beard or here's the door
And you won't work here anymore

So now OSHA's satisfied
But it comes as no surprise
Moustache that fits inside a filter
Is one that looks like Adolph Hitler's

I get a headache when I shave (chorus)
Because it means I should behave
Axe the beard or here's the door
Is this what I was looking for?

I said, "I don't know what it means,"
Is a peach a nectarine?
Could I be changed by how I look
Judge the cover by the book

Why do we do the things we do
Who's doing what he really wants to?
I'm so far from warm and fuzzy
Who believes in what he does?

(repeat chorus, ooooooo's)

Now I'm looking all around
I'll let you know what I have found
'Cause I want to be prepared
When they tell me to cut my hair.

(repeat chorus)

Well I never put away my day-glow sunglasses 'Cause I never took 'em out
Don't know how I'd be at protesting
'Cause I never took a shout
But I could guess how it would be
Yes, I could guess how it could be
I could guess how it would be, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee

I write my tunes on Sunday
Like Alexander Borodin
Then mix colors up on Monday
Wishing for a tambourine
So I will always have my dreams
I will always have my dreams
I will always have my dream, dream, dream
I'll dream and dream

I wash my brain, work up a lather (chorus)
Switch on the main and hear the chatter
I like the rain, I watch it scatter in front of me
Get off the train, I'd rather blather
Take off the chains and climb the ladder
I feel the pain, it doesn't matter, c'est la vie

I got a boy hanging on each leg
I got a little girl in my arms
They take all of what is left of me
Without doing any harm
Or that's the way I feel right now
That's the way I feel right now
That's the way I feel right now, anyhow

(repeat chorus)

Pick a rose and you will know
The best genetic engineers
Then wipe the blood from your finger
With a petal and a tear
And think of all the years
Remember all the years
Just imagine all the years, years, years and years and years

(repeat chorus and first verse)

Starting to feel better
Must have been a real
Change in the weather
Catch up on the news

Catch up on the blues
Lying in my bed awake and
Stuff up in my head, I'm shaking
If I go in to town
I'll pass it all around

I don't like this feeling (chorus)
It means I'm tired
Staring at the ceiling
Another log on the fire

Wipe the children's nose, worry
As the fever grows, hurry
Pick something up in town
To get the fever down

Throw up on the floor, it's runny
Near the bathroom door, it's funny
On any other day
The toilet's not so far away

(repeat chorus)

I'm not a jerk, of course I
Stayed home from work, remorse?
Well, I felt a little bad
But not a little sad

Try this new cough syrup
Maybe it will improve my spirit
Loosen up the phlegm
And bring this to an end

(repeat chorus and first verse)

My friends are wondering if they'll
Have a job on Monday
And if they do
Will they at 5 o'clock on Friday
What's the word I hear them say
One is gone and one is on the way out
One is gone and one is on the way out
And I talk like I still have a job
I talk like I still have a job

I walk around afraid to light a match
They throw up the cards
And see which ones they'll catch
The boss should sit us down and tell us all
Instead we wait around for the axe to fall
Instead we wait around for the axe to fall
And I hope I still have a job
I hope I still have a job

(Instrumental)

I've got a plan if things don't go so nice
Go back to Africa and plant a field of rice
Then I won't have to guess
What's in the boss' brain
I'll only have to listen to the Sun and Rain
I'll only have to listen to the Sun and Rain
But for now I guess I still have a job
I guess I still have a job

My friends are wondering if they'll
Have a job on Monday
And if they do
Will they at 5 o'clock on Friday
What's the word I hear them say
Two are gone and two are on the way out
Two are gone and two are on the way out

It's not a metaphor for anything
It's just a clock ticking on the wall
It's got a little bell that on the hour rings
It's just a clock ticking on the wall
In the closet are the shirts
That I wear to go to work
The wardrobe of an actor in a play
Here a collar's worn
And over there a sleeve is torn
And they don't fit like yesterday
Now I hear the creaking of an iron door
Or is it just the clock ticking on the wall?

There's a country to the East
Whose people were at peace
When I was there five years ago
Now the army kills
Those who won't do Stevie's will
How long will the people let this go on?
And now I hear the distant guns of civil war
Or is it just the clock ticking on the wall?
My book is long, and I've still a thousand songs
I've got responsibilities
This is my lot if I wind the clock or not
The spring is strong but I can still turn the key

It's got a little bell that on the hour rings
It's just a clock ticking on the wall
But it's not a metaphor for anything
It's just a clock ticking on the wall

The Pajama man wants all the gold and
The Whittler wants to take me down to size
Mr. Goodtimes wants to go away and
I don’t wonder why
The Horseman wants to go out riding
On a sunny yesterday
All I want to do is find a place
Where I believe the words I say

The Prince tried to put out Mr. Fire
Now who is here and who is there?
And where there is Fire there is smoke
I could smell it from my chair
Now I’m back to thinking that we’re
On the hunt: watch out what you say
All I want to do is find a place
Where I believe the words I say

How long have I been doing this?
I don’t even want to know
Is it a syndrome or a crisis?
If you got me let me go away
If you got me let me go

Mr. Kennedy's got a flare gun
Now he thinks he’s president
The Jester wants the Pope to know
That he’s on line, that he’s a resident
I don’t want to whine about the faces
And the way I see the play
All I want to do is find a place
Where I believe the words I say

Skirmish at the border like a little war
Could be friend or foe
The Rover needs no excuse
To tell me where to go
The only reason we don’t kill each other
Is because we're getting paid
All I want to do is find a place
Where I believe the words I say

How long have I been doing this?
I don’t even want to know
Is it a syndrome or a crisis?
If you got me let me go away
If you got me let me go
Feel like an imposter
As I try to see through everything
Philosopher in spirit only till Mr. Blue is King
Oh yeah, I think I know all the rules
Are there no other games to play?
All I want to do is find a place
Where I believe the words I say

How long have I been doing this?
I don’t even want to know
Is it a syndrome or a crisis?
If you got me let me go away
If you got me let me go

(repeat)

Note: all the characters in this song are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, employed or unemployed, is purely coincidental.

Looking at the stars
Thinking I might find
A way back in time
If I listened to the mystic preacher

One and one is two
And all the rest will follow
Didn’t find it hard to swallow
Having listened to the creature feature

But what do we know and when did we know it?
All alone we go trying to define these relations
Atoms are not real and either are the Eves and morns
And I am torn by this little revelation

All our atoms come
From the hearts of dying suns
All the energy that has always been will always be
And seeing you'll believe
That you have everything you need

Everything we know said Albert
Will be shown untrue, bar thermo
Doesn’t take a jar of sterno
To accept this superstition
From the lofty heights of wisdom
Come a box of tools for hire
Says the fox it’s a fools desire
To find the unified equations

All our atoms come
From the hearts of dying suns
All the energy that has always been will always be
And seeing you'll believe
That you have everything you need

From the lofty heights of wisdom
Come a box of tools for hire
Says the fox it’s a fools desire
To find the unified equations

Fight the holy war at the super store
Cruise down isle nine on the front line
Making rhymes
Look at you and me, see the infantry
Fight the holy war, fight the holy war

Working for the store
Is what you’re looking for
To buy a big machine
In a sea of green
How you been?
No talking in the hall
Gotta get to the mall
Working for the store
Working for the store

But as I go I turn around
The golden chain pulls me down

Who will save your soul
It’s the rolly poll
Dr. Jones the priest tells you what to eat When to sleep
Who tells you who you are
It’s the movie star
Who will save your soul?
Who will save your soul?

But as I go I turn around
Look around, turn around
The golden chain pulls me down
Look around, turn around

Let us sing a hymn
To the king with toothy grin
A dragon in his eye for a piece of pie
Where’s the sky
I was in the line
Tell me where to sign
Let us sing a hymn

Praises to the almighty
Dollar gives you all you need
Crank it out until you earn 5 to 4 return

But as I go I turn around
Look around, turn around
The golden chain pulls me down
Look around, turn around

Fight the holy war at the super store
Cruise down isle nine on the front line
Making rhymes
Look at you and me, see the infantry
Fight the holy war, fight the holy war