Well, you came home, took off your coat and boots as well
You're ready for your evening meal and booze as well
But a sudden buzz and your frothy glass runs down your legs
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
And you will give in, can't turn it down, have no backbone
Staying up all night is your own backside if you're a milksop
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
If you don't care for your work, it will care for you
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
Gone Are the Days - Involved Lyrics
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Well, you came home, took off your coat and boots as well
You're ready for your evening meal and booze as well
But a sudden buzz and your frothy glass runs down your legs
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
And you will give in, can't turn it down, have no backbone
Staying up all night is your own backside if you're a milksop
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
If you don't care for your work, it will care for you
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
You're ready for your evening meal and booze as well
But a sudden buzz and your frothy glass runs down your legs
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
And you will give in, can't turn it down, have no backbone
Staying up all night is your own backside if you're a milksop
You have sweaty palms, you have blood-shot eyes
But you still can work
You are out of breath, you are almost deaf
But you still can work
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
If you don't care for your work, it will care for you
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Shut your mouth! Make it work!
Work!
Writer: Vladimir Poruntsov
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid