ALABAMA lyrics - 40 Hour Week

Forty Hour Week (For A Livin')

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Forty Hour Week (For A Livin') There are people in this country who work hard every day. Not for fame or fortune do they strive. But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay. And it's time a few of them were recognized. Hello Detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time. You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line. Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time. You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line. This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail. Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale. Or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail. For everyone who works behind the scenes. You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields. In the city streets and the quiet country towns. Working together like spokes inside a wheel. They keep this country turning around. Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your time. You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line. Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time. You work a forty hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line. This one is for the one who drives the big rig, up and down the road. Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load. Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol. For everyone who works behind the scenes. With a spirit you can't replace with no machine. Hello, America, Let me thank you for your time.

Livin' 4

J. MOSS "The J Moss Project"
[INTRO:] Oh no, I thought it'd never come That day that I tell that I gotta run Run, run back to my Savior To my labor, cause His word is razor sharp I forgot I had it in my heart I gotta do a clean sweep from the start I drop everything that ain't clean Don't take it for being mean A brother's gotta fufill his dreams You feelin me? [VERSE:] You made my toes, bring my balance to the floor You made my feet, walk right over to your door You had my ankles, tangled, and puzzled You had my knees to the point they'd buckle the light of day hadn't stumbled over your way Didn't wait for the night time, the high time, the right time Bein as it was, we had to close the door It's like turnin away from a million bucks But I can't see you no more [CHORUS:] It's like the cold of a lonly night The draft of a window not shut tight I've got a hunger for bein right That's what I'm livin for, I'm livin for Inticed by the things you do It's a one way ticket to devil's hell foolin wit you My soul wants to be true That's what I'm livin for, I'm livin for [VERSE:] You had my legs on the verge of Virtual restrainer I could not move without permission from my trainer You had my arms and hands Wrapped around your lust You made my heart buzz the light of day hadn't stumbled over your way Didn't wait for the night time, the high time, the right time Bein as it was, we had to close the door It's like turnin away from a million bucks But I can't see you no more [CHORUS] [BRIDGE:] I'd give my life Not under tempation, nor condemnation For my slavation is more important to me [CHORUS] [repeat]

Fifteen Months

JOAN BAEZ "Blessed Are..."
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) The cats are sleeping here in the autumn sun. Your dog has flushed a deer and he's on the run. And the coffee cup is cold and the morning's feeling very old. Fifteen months of time my man's been gone. The second winter now is coming on. And our fates could all be worse But sometimes I still must curse my own. And hello I wish you well where you sleep all in your cell. As for friends I can't complain, they've been good to me. The fire's burning bright, they've left wood for me. And the roof has been repaired. And I thank them for the love they've shared. You see, there's really nothing wrong, I've just got the blues. Because if you give a damn you're going to pay some dues. But if you see the game we're in like I do, you know in time we'll win. And hello I wish you well where you sleep all in your cell. So time give me a break of a week or more. My head is reeling and my back is sore. And the baby cries for me. And I think I'll walk by the sea alone. Â 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

Bucket List

JACK & JACK
Don't need a visa, when you're flyin' private, noooo Boats, planes, trains, yeah, man you know I'm on it, you know I'm on it New 458 dripping wet paint Ride down the interstate Money like trevi fountain Foreign money stay countin' Livin' life like a bucket list Livin' like I never miss House white with a picket fence Feelin' like the prince of egypt Showin' love at the kodak theater All the truest ones gonna be there Captain of the ship in the bay, Loatin' in the dead sea that's how we play I live the dream you'll never see One kill the game quite like me I'll be livin' it up, fillin' my cup, yeah And I just got paid gonna go off Way I been livin' just ain't enough Imma start doin' me, yeah This world is so beautiful Want to go see it all Come travel around with me, me Through the days and the nights We work to make it right Now come get lost with me, me Ever since I was a kid When I grew up I knew I wanted a rolly on my wrist And a brand new whip, that I could show off to my friends But that's just how it is, when you're livin' life like a bucket list Overseas or domestic, it doesn't really matter Cuz wherever we go you know we impressin' And imma teach the world a lesson On what it means to be the person That goes beyond what's expected Achievin' new goals every week That's just how it goes we don't sleep We work around the clock all day Because we seek a future, where we can do just what we please And I need this, I want this, so imma make sure that I get it And when I'm dead and gone, I hope they singin' our songs And I'll be lookin' down like no way we did it, Like no way we did it, like no one has done it Changin' the world maybe bein' iconic What we've always wanted, but we ain't even gotten started, yeah So I mm a take it right back to my childhood I never knew I'd catch flame like I'm firewood But now I'm cracklin' and sizzlin' and even though it's December and imma kill it cold blood like a tiger would So let's get it now I live the dream you'll never see One kill the game quite like me I'll be livin' it up, fillin' my cup, yeah And I just got paid gonna go off Way I been livin' just ain't enough Imma start doin' me, yeah This world is so beautiful Want to go see it all Come travel around with me, me Through the days and the nights We work to make it right Now come get lost with me, me So take all that passion Turn it into action Don't want no stress on tension You're gonna be a legend Will you open up your eyes, yeah I live the dream you'll never see One kill the game quite like me I'll be livin' it up, fillin' my cup, yeah And I just got paid gonna go off Way I been livin' just ain't enough Imma start doin' me, yeah This world is so beautiful Want to go see it all Come travel around with me, me Through the days and the nights We work to make it right Now come get lost with me, me

Smithers-Jones

THE JAM "Setting Sons"
Here we go again, it's Monday at last, He's heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones' 'How's the wife and home?' 'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. Sitting on the train, you're nearly there You're part of the production line, You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines, Get out of the pack, before they peel you back. Arrive at the office, spot on time, The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine, 'Good Morning Smithers Jones' 'The boss wants to see you alone' 'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. 'Come in Smithers old boy' 'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet' 'I've some news to tell you' 'There's no longer a position for you' - 'Sorry Smithers Jones'. Put on the kettle and make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovie Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovie It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss Work and work and work and work till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry

Design In Malice

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violence Begets Violence"
[Verse 1] If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks All y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some cock Then I'll forget the call, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder 1-5 catch us off Xes and dust Whole clique of registered sex offenders Pop shit, we'll hold your funeral XCs niggas money come in roman numerals Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers Cause y'all niggas money took a muscle-relaxer [Chorus] I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time [Verse 2] My music's strong enough to stop a bomb I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam? Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb? You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum' Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father's gone I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in Nam I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone [Chorus] I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time [Verse 3] You don't have to search and question I have the purse and the murder weapon Never get a second chance to make a first impression I'm no virgin, a murderer, and I'm an urban legend Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators I don't like traitors or story corroborators In any problem I'm the common denominator My behaviour is the product of intoxicators I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked Don't even ask, there's somebody in the bodybags The blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise I don't have economize the homicides You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill

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