That's where i sweat to earn my pay. Grab your feller by the hand. That's where i've lived a piece of my life. Look how my door hangs in the frame. People don't know my job is hard. Oh, never get tired, I'll never get tired of working. Look at those bricks, those bricks are mine. Lyrics to the song working on a building. And hold back your tears, oh. In the school by the fires of yule. Grab your lady by the arm, Take her out behind the barn! Stools are where, once upon a time you'd find a chair. The records are kept. Oh, I'll never get tired, tired of working on a building. You live in a church.
Not so much what men are doing. WORKING ON A BUILDING. I was the one who did the design. Holding on and holding it in. We're the center of a stool boom... everyone knows our name. For the ghosts in the halls.
Five days a week i work at a desk. Not so much to keep you out. That's where i put the food on our plates. I do the books, i handle the mail.
Back then on a bomb-site. Without your shadow getting in the way? Oh, it's the true foundation. Strumming on the old banjo. I'll never get tired of running and gonna get my reward. Oh, yeah, you're working. Something to Point To. Just three legs, it's the thing for which a monarch begs. Working building, never stopping, never sleeping. Lord, well, I'm running, I'm running to get my reward. And a smile that won't wash away. Lyrics and chords to working on a building. Someone's in the kitchen, I know.
Such precocious barbarians. With an edge and charm. That's where i put myself on the line. Where you sleep with voodoo dolls. The windows are washed. Sometimes I'm praying, doing a little working. I'm running on to heaven and gonna get my reward.
Oh, I never get tired of working. I was teh guy that worked up above. A beautiful fucked up man. Oh, I'll never get, I'll never get tired. It was a free country". Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o. Transcribed by my buddy Natalie Malone! Holding up the, hey, the blood-stained banner. The site was surveyed.
Count from the left. Means there's less for me. Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow your horn? Please sir, can I have some more?
You wear sandals in the snow. It's a true foundation, yeah. The concrete was laid. Decisions were made.