[Verse]

Well, we realized so long, long ago

And I bet you

That we've seen it all, the lies

Won't let you

I've got fourteen miles to go

I've got rhythm, common sense, I've got the soul

But I won't wanna come around our love

So why?

If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall and I'm-a find you

And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today

So, we fight to get

We fight to get our weary arms to bed

Real love's something and I still hope

People make their own places to go

And now in '94, we're gonna lie some more

In 1994, we're gonna die some more

Is it ever gonna be the last show?

It's a-going to be the last straw

Forced him out to make the cards that we draw

The ones that don't mind, I got ample time

I don't wanna know why that they knew

[Interlude]

(Your mind)

(Bomb type of)

(Love it won't go, what the love won't go)

(My love you're gonna wait a while)

(Make you wanna feel a heavy load)

(We all tell lies to make…)

[Chorus]

That's work that we do

Work that we do, is work that we do

It's a beat

[Outro]

Bass style bumpin' all over the place