Work That We Do

Well, we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you That we've seen it all, the lies won't let you I've got fourteen miles to go I've got rhythm, common sense, I've got the sto But I won't wanna come around our love, so why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall I'ma find you And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today So we fight to get, we fight to get our weary arms to bed Real love's something that I still hope People make there own places to go And now in ninety-four we're gonna lie some more In 1994 were going to die some more Is it ever going to be the last show? It's a-going to be the last drive Boss too proud to make the cars that we drive The women don't mind, I've got ample time They don't wonder why that they do That's work that we do Work that we do is work that we do It's a beat Bass stop bumpin' all over the place --- Work That We Do - Sublime