I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

I'm all over it now No I won't come back And I can't say how glad I am about that 'Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried Hello innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

How long can this go on Tell me what is wrong And maybe there's a way That we can work it out There must be some kind of way That we can make it right But I, I just can't do it all Without you, without you Hey you, wake up, get yourself together

Julie's been working for the Drug Squad 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Oh oh, alive Nineteen for you And you can get out in twenty-five It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie She giggle at the screen 'cause it looks so green

Where do we go? Oh, when love is gone Where does it go? I've gotta know Can we work it out? Can we just work it out? Scream and shout 'till we work it out? And after all this time Hanging on to the dead lights

I knew my rent was gon' be later 'bout a week ago I work my ass off But I still can't pay it though But I got just enough To get off in this club Have me a good time, before my time is up Hey, let's get it now Ooh I want the time of my life Oh baby ooh

When you're a boy Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out Heaven loves ya The clouds part for ya Nothing stands in your way Clothes always fit ya Life is a pop of the cherry You can wear a uniform

I’m gonna make you see the difference between just quitting and survival Know that it’s my pleasure, doing everything better without you Cause this one works better than two Well, this plane can fly with just one engine This heart can beat without

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)