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While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World" | While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World" | ||
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool | |||
And | And it's the force of habit | ||
If it moves then you fuck it | |||
If it doesn't move you stab it | |||
And | And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues" | ||
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath | |||
Outside there was a public execution | |||
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues" | Inside he died a thousand deaths | ||
I went to work that night and wasted my breath | |||
Outside they're painting tar on somebody | |||
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be | And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | ||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they put him in a suit of lights | |||
In the perforated first editions | |||
Where they advocate the hangman's noose | |||
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess | |||
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress | |||
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers | |||
And learnt everything that she does | |||
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes | |||
Or let him go | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they put him in a suit of lights | |||
Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar | |||
It's enough to make you think right now | |||
But you don't bother | |||
For goodness sake as you cry and shake | |||
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong | |||
And think of all the pleasure that it brings | |||
Though you know that it's wrong | |||
And there's still life in your body | |||
But most of it's leaving | |||
Can't you give us all a break | |||
Can't you stop breathing | |||
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues" | |||
I went to work that night and wasted my breath | |||
Outside they're painting tar on somebody | |||
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground | |||
And they put him in a suit of lights | |||
And they put him in a suit of lights | And they put him in a suit of lights |
Revision as of 19:17, 1 May 2009
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
And it's the force of habit
If it moves then you fuck it
If it doesn't move you stab it
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything that she does
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
Or let him go
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you think right now
But you don't bother
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Though you know that it's wrong
And there's still life in your body
But most of it's leaving
Can't you give us all a break
Can't you stop breathing
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights