[Verse 1] While Nat King Cole sings Welcome To My World You request some song you hate you sentimental fool And its the force of habit If it moves then you fuck it If it doesnt move you stab it And I thought I heard The Working Mans Blues He went to work that night and wasted his breath Outside there was a public execution Inside he died a thousand deaths [Chorus] And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights [Verse 2] In the perforated first editions Where they advocate the hangmans noose Then tell the sorry tale of the spent princess Her uncouth escort looking down her dress Anyway they say that she wears the trousers And learnt everything that she does And doesnt know if she should tell him yes Or let him go [Chorus] And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights [Bridge 1] Well its a dogs life In a rope leash or a diamond collar Its enough to make you think right now But you dont bother [Verse 3] For goodness sake as you cry and shake Lets keep you face down in the dirt where you belong And think of all the pleasure that it brings Though you know that its wrong [Bridge 2] And theres still life in your body But most of its leaving Cant you give us all a break Cant you stop breathing [Verse 4] And I thought I heard The Working Mans Blues I went to work that night and wasted my breath Outside theyre painting tar on somebody Its the closest to a work of art that they will ever be [Chorus] And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights And they put him in a suit of lights And they put him in a suit of lights
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