Put in the Work Songtext
von David Ramirez

Write a song
Make a record
Play a show
Sell a t-shirt

It′s your first year standing on the stage
And you're thinking, "when will I get paid?"
Well there must be something wrong with the business
They ain′t praising me like Jesus

And you think, "Maybe it'll come together, maybe it'll all work out"
You even point to the sky and scream, "C′mon help a brother out"
When the truth is that′s all a lie
If you're just wishing you ain′t pitching strikes
Put in the work
Put in the time
Put in the work
Put in the time


Politics look better from the fence
If you want the easy life just avoid the argument
And take a picture of that sticker then post it to your page
Then sleep like a baby while the world goes up in flames

Thinking, "Maybe it'll come together, maybe it′ll all work out"
You even point to the sky and scream, "C'mon help a sister out"
When the truth is that′s all a lie
If you're just wishing you ain't pitching strikes
Put in the work
Put in the time
Put in the work
Put in the time

Well, I′ve got a girl at home who′s been asleep for several hours
The sun's coming up in two and I′m doing drugs with a bunch of strangers
I'm thinking, "she wants to change me, she wants to take away my freedom"
But maybe she just loves me and wants me to stop dying


Then I think, "Maybe it′ll come together, maybe it'll all work out"
I even point to the sky and scream, "C′mon help a brother out"
When the truth is that's all a lie
If I'm just wishing I ain′t pitching strikes
Put in the work
Put in the time
Put in the work
Put in the time