It's a Tuesday morning
Empty pockets
And not even noon
A run-down bar
Hotel avenues gloom
Sits a weather soul
His drinks his tune
Joey the teacher
With a drink in his hand
Drowning his sorrows
Next to a chick
Who's really a man
He froze down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bad
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
By day he shepherds
Teenagers astray
By night a dark spirit
Leads him away
Tito's in ATM trips
A cocaine he hates
Gets his hand blessed
O3n credit
Or a loan due in three days
Hundred of tips
To get groceries
Dana can't navigate this maze
Zoom calls in the morning
Throw the laptop
Against the wall
Get your boss drunk too
Give the union a call
Criner Cash already knows
He won't be back
And he throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
The students all whisper
Of a teacher gone wrong
His lessons grow hollow
His lectures a song
Of a life falling apart
A downward spiral
As Mr. Abraham grows stronger
Joe's biggest rival
He throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
Though his pockets aren't bare
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
Larry Colonie - What We're doing Lyrics
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English
It's a Tuesday morning
Empty pockets
And not even noon
A run-down bar
Hotel avenues gloom
Sits a weather soul
His drinks his tune
Joey the teacher
With a drink in his hand
Drowning his sorrows
Next to a chick
Who's really a man
He froze down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bad
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
By day he shepherds
Teenagers astray
By night a dark spirit
Leads him away
Tito's in ATM trips
A cocaine he hates
Gets his hand blessed
O3n credit
Or a loan due in three days
Hundred of tips
To get groceries
Dana can't navigate this maze
Zoom calls in the morning
Throw the laptop
Against the wall
Get your boss drunk too
Give the union a call
Criner Cash already knows
He won't be back
And he throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
The students all whisper
Of a teacher gone wrong
His lessons grow hollow
His lectures a song
Of a life falling apart
A downward spiral
As Mr. Abraham grows stronger
Joe's biggest rival
He throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
Though his pockets aren't bare
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
Empty pockets
And not even noon
A run-down bar
Hotel avenues gloom
Sits a weather soul
His drinks his tune
Joey the teacher
With a drink in his hand
Drowning his sorrows
Next to a chick
Who's really a man
He froze down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bad
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
By day he shepherds
Teenagers astray
By night a dark spirit
Leads him away
Tito's in ATM trips
A cocaine he hates
Gets his hand blessed
O3n credit
Or a loan due in three days
Hundred of tips
To get groceries
Dana can't navigate this maze
Zoom calls in the morning
Throw the laptop
Against the wall
Get your boss drunk too
Give the union a call
Criner Cash already knows
He won't be back
And he throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
A desperate play
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
The students all whisper
Of a teacher gone wrong
His lessons grow hollow
His lectures a song
Of a life falling apart
A downward spiral
As Mr. Abraham grows stronger
Joe's biggest rival
He throws down a hundred
Though his pockets aren't bare
Though his pockets aren't bare
A teacher's despair
Ghosts of his knowledge
His wisdom untold
But his facade crumbles
As the story gets old
Suck it, he yells
In the middle of the day
A fat chick, handjob
Customers look away
When they ask him to stop
He had one thing to say
Is this what we're doing today
Is this what we're doing today
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
In the dim fall light
A teardrop descends
Is this the life
Joe A. truly intends
As time gets shorter
And the hairline thins
Another bust, a punch
Here he goes again
Writer: Terrence Crosby
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid