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Not every story has a point Not every question has a choice Said I like going shopping on a Sunday morning Just me in the store at the crack of dawn While everybody else is yawnin' up at church And these poor motherfuckers gotta work Some of 'em smilin', some of 'em not Some of 'em there, barely awake on the job And I can't blame 'em, would never shame 'em Given the wages that these motherfuckers pay 'em They're busy stocking from the night before Some try not to vomit from the night before Stayed up a little bit late, maybe a little mistake But at the time, shit, it was great So, why would you ever go to sleep? When you're hanging with your people and fuck that job, anyway All day on your feet, seven days of the week And you barely gettin' paid Not every story has a point Not every question has a choice Sometimes you let the music play And let it tell you what to say Not every story has a meanin' Not every moment has a reason Letras de cancionesSometimes you let the music play And let it tell you what to say Let the music play I love the smell of diesel on a cold morning Trucks around the back, busy unloading The vegetables are fresh, no need to inspect The deli isn't open yet, tomatoes lookin' red Bananas lookin' ripe, like, what should I cook tonight? It's fall in Michigan, just get a bunch veggies and some meat Big ol' pot, put all that shit in it And let it cook in all day, employee in my aisle And she looks my way and says "how you doin', are you findin' everything?" I notice on her finger is a brand new wedding ring I said, "Yep, how you doin' today?" She said, "I'm pretty great, last night I got engaged" I gave her my congratulations and went on my way Not every story has a point Not every question has a choice Sometimes you let the music play And let it tell you what to say Not every story has a meanin' Not every moment has a reason Sometimes you let the music play And let it tell you what to say From Letras Mania