Workers
Album: Freshman Year Released: August 20th, 2005 Re-released: September 4th, 2020 Written & produced by: Frances Quinlan Drums: Chris Archibald Recorded by: Archibald, Damien Derose & Phil Douglass |
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Lyrics
Here we go
The workers all agree
The kids are getting weak
So their putting cracks in all the ceilings
And filling rooftops with South American rainwater, so
Those who cannot swim will have their
Backs broken in by the
Straining eyes of those who work until they'll die
Do you, do you 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've decided to stop giving birth, it ain't worth it
The world's overpopulated anyway, so no more birthdays
Don't you wonder why she don't look you in the eye?
Do you, do you have a family for me?
I need something to help with what's been angling me
I, I need a wife, oh I
I need another life
Do you, do you have a house for me?
I need something big I can hide from myself in
I, I need a wall
So I, I can't see anything at all
Oh, I
See the sun, I see the sun soak on my shoulders
I see the sun, I see the sun it's over
My shoulder, I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder
I'm gonna wanna have to run later when its colder
I see the sun, I see the sun it's over
My shoulder, I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder
When she runs, she had to run, I could hardly hold her
I 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, yeah, 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
But you gotta give it up, give it, ah-ah-ah-up