Labour of Love Songtext
von Carsie Blanton
Labour of Love Songtext
Well they oughtta be afraid of us
Cus the whole world is made of us
People workin hard to get along
It isn′t that I really care
I'll never be a millionaire
But I get the feeling something′s goin wrong
It's a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn't pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner′s on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
Well I don′t mind workin hard
But I get home after dark
And I feel my spirit sinking to the floor
Pretty sure I used to be
Somethin more than an employee
But I hardly can remember anymore
It's a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn′t pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner's on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
It′s a rich man's game and they play to win
But there′s more of us than there are of them
I think sometimes they should change the locks
We're a powderkeg, they're a tinderbox
And I don′t know if you might
Brother can you gimme a light?
It′s a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn't pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner′s on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
Well they oughtta be afraid of us
Cus the whole world is made of us
Cus the whole world is made of us
People workin hard to get along
It isn′t that I really care
I'll never be a millionaire
But I get the feeling something′s goin wrong
It's a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn't pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner′s on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
Well I don′t mind workin hard
But I get home after dark
And I feel my spirit sinking to the floor
Pretty sure I used to be
Somethin more than an employee
But I hardly can remember anymore
It's a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn′t pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner's on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
It′s a rich man's game and they play to win
But there′s more of us than there are of them
I think sometimes they should change the locks
We're a powderkeg, they're a tinderbox
And I don′t know if you might
Brother can you gimme a light?
It′s a labour of love I guess
Cus it sure doesn't pay
To work this job or raise these kids
Or feel this way
Dinner′s on the table
And I put a roof above
But goddamn this labor of love
Well they oughtta be afraid of us
Cus the whole world is made of us
Writer(s): Carsie Blanton, Devon Sproule Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com