歌曲 | Fingers to the Bone |
歌手 | Brown Bird |
专辑 | Salt for Salt |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve worked my fingers to the bone | |
not a pretty little penny have I got to show | |
I ain’t looking for much | |
just a little bit of rest by the side of the road | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain’t I been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you’re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun | |
I want to make my home on a mountain high | |
just me and my lover and the big old sky | |
I ain’t asking for much | |
just a little bit of rest before the day that I die | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain’t i been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you’re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun |
I' ve worked my fingers to the bone | |
not a pretty little penny have I got to show | |
I ain' t looking for much | |
just a little bit of rest by the side of the road | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain' t I been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun | |
I want to make my home on a mountain high | |
just me and my lover and the big old sky | |
I ain' t asking for much | |
just a little bit of rest before the day that I die | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain' t i been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun |
I' ve worked my fingers to the bone | |
not a pretty little penny have I got to show | |
I ain' t looking for much | |
just a little bit of rest by the side of the road | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain' t I been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun | |
I want to make my home on a mountain high | |
just me and my lover and the big old sky | |
I ain' t asking for much | |
just a little bit of rest before the day that I die | |
I lift my voice to the forces above | |
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
ain' t i been a good, hard working | |
faithful servant and son | |
then the sky turns black | |
and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
til your final breath falls to the floor | |
so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
get up off the ground | |
you can lay down when the day is done | |
and on the seventh day | |
you can lay in the morning sun |