This Devil’s Workday Songtext
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This Devil’s Workday Songtext
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
All the folks I know are gone
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
So I ate the wedding cake
′Til the whole damn thing was gone
And I'm gonna drown the ocean
Now ain′t none o' that so wrong?
All the people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are gone
Gonna take this sack of puppies
Gonna set it out to freeze
Gonna climb around on all fours
'Til all the blood falls out my knees
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
Well, let′s take this potted plant
To the woods and set it free
I′m gonna tell the owners
Just how nice that was of me
I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
Oh, I am my own damn god
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
All the folks I know are gone
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
So I ate the wedding cake
′Til the whole damn thing was gone
And I'm gonna drown the ocean
Now ain′t none o' that so wrong?
All the people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are gone
Gonna take this sack of puppies
Gonna set it out to freeze
Gonna climb around on all fours
'Til all the blood falls out my knees
All the people that you know
All the people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs
Well, let′s take this potted plant
To the woods and set it free
I′m gonna tell the owners
Just how nice that was of me
I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
Oh, I am my own damn god
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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