Texty

Concrete roads wait for me They're the veins in this machine we feed That will never sleep That will never sleep Bring her flowers that make her laugh and eyes bleed Get out and ride around violently Come rain or shine Doing God's work And this kind of work is hard But somebody's got to do God's work And this kind of work is sparse But somebody's got to do her dirty work Don't ask me For anything but flowers 'Cause we don't dabble with them other powers But I know someone who knows someone And if you want me to stay And help you rearrange your mind I have something that will help you sleep at night Oh it'll help you sleep at night This kind of work is hard But somebody's got to do God's work And this kind of work is sparse But somebody's got to do her dirty work Oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, ooh Got to do her dirty work Oh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh Got to do her dirty work Ooh ooh ooh Concrete roads wait for me They're the veins in this machine we feed That will never sleep That will never sleep Bring her flowers that make her laugh and eyes bleed Get out and ride around violently Come rain or shine Doing God's work
Writer(s): Nicolas Hakim, Jacob Sherman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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