The Proclaimers Lyrics
The Proclaimers Lyrics
"Follow The Money Lyrics"
Grind Me in the Gears Lyrics
I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp G
I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp G
I've got to follow the money
Gotta go to work
Gotta make a living
Till my body hurts
Gotta bite my lip
Gotta wreck my health
Gotta break my back
For my share of wealth
(repeat)
I've gotta the follow money
Gotta earn my pay
I spent everything
I earned yesterday
Gotta find the cash
'Cos it won't find me
So I can feed myself
And my family<
Loverboy Lyrics
I got myself a lover Who knows what I like When he invites me over I come every time And when my sugar daddy Takes me for a ride Whatever way we go it’s Delirium time He
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I got myself a lover Who knows what I like When he invites me over I come every time And when my sugar daddy Takes me for a ride Whatever way we go it’s Delirium time He
When I left school I was bummin' around
I'd smoke and drink and let my mind wander
I'd roll out of bed about twelve o'clock
I can't do that any longer
I've gotta folow the money
Gotta go to work
Gotta make a living
Till my body hurts
Gotta bite my lip
Gotta wreck my health
Gotta break my back
For my share of wealth
Now I need to toil 'cos it's good
Concern Lyrics
You're living in this country and you do not give a damn about the people that are voted and rule this fucking land this concerns our country which means this concerns us all even
for my soulYou're living in this country and you do not give a damn about the people that are voted and rule this fucking land this concerns our country which means this concerns us all even
I feel clean when I'm working
You drop all the mystical celtic bull
'Cos that stuff's just jerking
I'm not saying that I work like my dad
I know I don't work like my mum
But I'm made of the same stuff and I'm six feet tall
Gimme the tools I'll get the job done
Gotta follow the money
Gotta go to work
Gotta make a living
Till my body hurts
Gotta b
Perfection Through Silence Lyrics
Alone at last together in a photograph Our eyes are always open devoted to perfection through silence What am I supposed to do? Should I sit wait for you? Listen to me screa
it my lipAlone at last together in a photograph Our eyes are always open devoted to perfection through silence What am I supposed to do? Should I sit wait for you? Listen to me screa
Gotta break my back
For my share of wealth
I've gotta follow the money
Gotta earn my pay
I spent everything
I earned yesterday
Gotta find the cash
'Cos it won't find me
So I can feed myself
And my family
Feed myself and my family
That's why
I'm working
I'm working
I'm working
I'm working
I'm working
I'm working now