Songtexte:
Men At Work Still Life

this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at

this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at

this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at

this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at

love for sin Or the lack of love you showing when you cursing at men Man how holy is he to you, how impressed by him are you Is your life a story all

I'll never call you bitch again, hey) Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn Nigga still

m in the zone every evening I'm in the zone every evening walk through the valley of death I'm still breathing Give a bit of life to your ethylene Thief

for the working day to end Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at you and tell you How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men How I've struggled

that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop On the low, we still fucking them cops Pretty things