Frances Quinlan - Workers lyrics

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Frances Quinlan - Workers lyrics

Here we go The workers all agree the kids are getting weak So their plane cracks and on the ceilings a filling roof s**s the South American waters so those who cannot swim will have their backs broken and by the straining eyes of those who work until they'll die "Do ya', do ya have any work for me? I need something to take my mind off of these eyes. (?) I need a job, oh I, I'm feeling robbed Oh I see the sun, I see the sun soak on my shoulders The mothers all agree, making babies ain't what it used to be. Now they, they have decided to stop giving birth, it ain't worth it, the world's overpopulated anyway. So no more birthdays Dont you wonder why she doesn't poke you in the eye. Do ya, do ya have a family for me? I need something to help with what's been a pain in the eye? I need a wife, oh I, I need another life Do ya, do ya have a house for me? I need something big, I can hide from myself in. I need a wall so I can't see anything at all Oh I see the sun, I see the sun soak in my shoulders. I see the sun, I see the sun a sober shoulder. I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulders. Now I have to run later on when its colder. I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder. I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder. When she run's, she has to run. I could hardly hold her. See the sun, I see the sun, it's over my shoulder. I see the sun Oh but you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. But you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. But you gotta give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. But you gotta give it up...