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When you hear that work time whistle Pick up your coat and ride The angels take the locks out Through heaven’s door they glide God will trouble my pursuers And strike me if I lie See the angels take the locks out Through heaven’s door we glide No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight No poets in the trenches, wherе’s the real light It’s all of us against the rеst, but I won’t die tonight There will be no work tomorrow Just some troubled water there No profit for the devil’s son The cold and dark we share The further into night we go You know the light must come There will be no serfs tomorrow For the masters and their sons No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight Letras de canciones Sometimes I’m upside down Lord Sometimes I’m feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I’m upside down Lord Sometimes I’m feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I’m upside down Lord Sometimes I’m feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I’m upside down Lord Sometimes I’m feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said From Letras Mania