It's okay, it's alright Keep on runnin', keep on hidin' Keep on runnin' away And if it makes you want to jump and shout, go ahead! Keep on runnin' keep on hidin' Keep on runnin' away, it's okay. Workin' in the city This town's got no pity Bossman owns a

You know we're just working on it We're working on it, working on it No leaderboard keeping score Long as you woke up this morning And see you're working on it It might be taking forever, but it's better than never Everybody got ugly, ugly I'm like, oh

Like a workhorse stands for miles Work for you and never get tired Roll 'em up it's time to go Slaved into brittle and worked for days Only thing that paves your stay Look behind you see what you've made We'll be back before it's too long Shaved into

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

I'ma take you with me when I go And it's much too late to change my name I get older but my troubles don't change Worked so hard with nothin' to show When I leave here, when I leave here I have no place to go I'm a stranger, just a stranger Even to the

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Paycheck, won't you take my blues away? Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday And it's work, work, work And I need a break Won't you take my blues away? Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk Burning a hole I'm gonna spend it, yeah 'Cause I

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect