She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join

Oh oh oh oh ho oh Happy alone Sharing a smile So far from home I want in like a substitute I've been working awful hard for you But you don't say, you just hold your breath So I can't touch what I haven't yet She's a cold one and it hurts me so

Tired, tired eyes look up and see I've been mining down a dark hole I've been mining in the rocks I've been working for your wonder I've been mining hard and long Now my work has just begun All you've done, the path you've come The things that you've

Go ahead and keep your American dream Go ahead and keep it, go ahead and keep it It's either hard at work, or hardly working at all (At all) Have you had the same mentality since you were just a kid? Can you ever face reality growing up so quick? Go

I walked into your store Just to have a look around Asked if you could help me With the bargain I had found Tried to explain to you, darlin' That I was just a working man You came up with some term That I could not understand Oh, little lady

Gimme back my bullets Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk

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

Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek Says

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

As far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better