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,
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
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
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
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
Everyone's watchin' to see what you will do Everyone's lookin' at you, hmm Everyone's wonderin', will you come out tonight? Everyone's tryin' to get it
It was not a silent night There was blood on the ground You could hear a woman cry In the alleyway that night On the streets of David's town And the
Surprise Indiscriminate, I'd rather be elite I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate
I sing along to this one. [chorus] I never thought I would ever get this far, But I guess I was wrong, Work! Work! To me there's no such thing as giving
Now I must be off to work I sweat all night in filth and dirt Takin' things to get the power Lord, give me strength to make these hours Soon, my long
Outlaw Pete... He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and
Hear me now! I was born 13th child, ?neath the 13th moon Spit out all hungry and born anew Daddy drag me to the river tie me in rocks Throw me in where
I was standing by the river Where the cold black water runs I was standing by the river Where the cold black water runs I had my good eye to the dark