Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and I'm tired now. Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. But don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old

Come back home What a beautiful time we had together, Now it's getting late and we must leave each other, yeah Just remember the time we had, And how right I tried to be, It's all in a day's work, Losing your love, acting foolishly, hey Go on and take

I'll be your femmebot Like it or not I-I-I short circuit You make me lose control It's automatic You push my buttons See-e-e-e how I work it I-I-I-I get what I want The way you look at me

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

But I can't let you go We used to love and party Now all we do is argue I tell myself I don't want you no more So much love and hurt And hate, people screaming it won't work Time to time I say I'm gonna leave Damn the world, it's just me and my girl

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

We're too young until we're too old We're all lost on the yellow brick road We climb the ladder but the ladder just grows We're born, we work, we die, it's spiritual Enough is never enough American dream never wakes up Too much is never too much We won't

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

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend

I'm still working on my masterpiece and I (Oh oh, oh ah) I still fall on my face sometimes and I Can't color inside the lines 'cause I'm perfectly incomplete I wanna hang with the greatest gotta Way to go, but it's worth the wait, no You haven't seen the