Underneath A Distant Moon
Buddy gonna shut you down
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
Two cool sharps standin" side by side
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
Were revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
At the count of one we both accelerate
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
But the four-thirteen's really diggen' in
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dodge is winding out in low<
Don't Talk To Me About Work
A perfect day to get out of bed
shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
A perfect day to just walk around
see a violent movie, check the sounds
But even on the street
when I hear a phone ring my heart starts to beat
when I get home I don't want you to speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
How many dollars, how many sales
how many liars, how many tales
How many insults must you take in this one life
I'm in prison most of the day
so please excuse me, if I get this way
But I have got obligations to keep
so be very careful when you speak
Don't talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Please don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt
with work, with work
Don't talk to me about work
don't you talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
Don't you talk to me about work
please don't talk to me about work
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