Mommyheads (The)
Work
Shooting forward through the grease cloudsUp in the sky there is no network can with a manSitting hunched on a dark machine that He is working with his starved hands above the landHe pushes quarters into slots and everytime He puts one in a cigarrete falls into a black boxHe doesn't get to keep the coins or the cigarretes but still His comes in painsAnd it is pulling me backAnd it is pulling me backTo thinking I must conquerThis world with one hundred dollarsAnd every colored colorIs the color of painAnd I can't track my mood and burn my painI picked up the phone and heard a voice so far away A woman from my past old and blackIn southern tone she slowly asked me questions And as I answered I could hear her nod in touch with godShe seemed to know me better than I knew myself Cause when she asked meHow I spent my time these daysAnd I said music and she said yes I know cause that's your callingLetras de cancionesYou to playAnd it is calling me backAnd it is calling me backTo knowing the feelingMy work is in good keepingAnd life is lucid dreamingAnd it's okCause I have come here with something to say
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