Work Until I Die Songtext
von S.G. Goodman

Listen, listen all around
Noise and rhythm in this town
Well I′m back to the rhythm, work 'til I
Back to the rhythm, I′ll work until I die

Children turn your backlights down
Take it in and get it now
You get trapped in the rhythm, time it flies
Trapped in the rhythm, you'll work until you die

Ah, business people, drink my wine
Take my earth and sip it dry
But I'm back to the rhythm, work ′til I
Back to the rhythm, I′ll work until I die

Corporate money in this town
Fills my plate 'til I fucking drown
Well I′m back to the rhythm, work 'til I
Back to the rhythm, I′ll work until I die

And if the businessman keeps bringing me down
I'll pop over and drop it out tonight


It′s the song, song of the self
Take a little piece of pie or they'll bust your mouth
You make the rich more rich, no it won't be you
Pennies for your dime and crumbs to chew
Song, song of the self
Take a little piece of pie or they′ll bust your mouth
You make the rich more rich, no it won′t be you
Pennies for your dime and crumbs to chew

Ah, bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service

In the company's holy name, amen

Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service
In the company′s holy name, amen

Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service
In the company's holy name, amen

Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service


In the company′s holy name, amen
Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service
In the company's holy name, amen
Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service
In the company′s holy name, amen
Bless this food to our bodies
And our bodies to your service

In the company's holy name, amen
Oh it's the song

Oh it′s the song

Oh it′s the song

Oh it's the song, song of the self
Song, song of the self

Song, song of the self
Song, song of the self