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Hop Along – Workers lyrics
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The workers all agree the kids are getting weak
So they bring cracks and all the ceilings are 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 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
Don't you wonder why she doesn't look you in the eye
Do ya, do ya have a family for me?
I need something to help with what's been anglin' at me(?)
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...
The workers all agree the kids are getting weak
So they bring cracks and all the ceilings are 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 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
Don't you wonder why she doesn't look you in the eye
Do ya, do ya have a family for me?
I need something to help with what's been anglin' at me(?)
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...
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