On my TV screen Every Labor Day Fuckin' Jerry Lewis Make him go away Make him go away Make him go away He's fucked up my Labor Day Make him go away One
we are watching, we are waiting, we are gaining power. it was you who created us and now you need to die.
out west, pedal to the metal And my luck to the test, baby, sweet baby I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor I been cryin' for you, boy,
Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak A contract with the Devil for a life of distain
All the labor landed in the sod Where the digger cried it's my calling, sir And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well And if they pay
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves
it's a labor of love Gotta swing that hammer And beat that drum Swing that hammer, beat that drum Work, work, work, it's a labor of love Work, work, work, It's a labor
The Storm of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song) Words and music by Chris Foster © January 9th 2003. The keys are the islands along Florida
rain The tough times are over cause the bad times are here I pray we don't lose those I wish I could escape just drowning in my beer Never fear - Labor
the station you could hear the people say: "There's that Farmer-Labor Special, she's full of union men Headin' onto White House on the Farmer-Labor train
When i stepped in the room i bring the heat like the month of june crank the volume make the bass go boom wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo
talking On and on about the good things you like to do When all the good's in doing By the fruits of their labor shall you know them Without labor the
was a labor of pain It was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark With every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love
was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love
out west Pedal to the metal and my luck to the test Baby, sweet baby I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor I been cryin' for you boy but
"This is labor" [echoes] [sample cut and scratched] [Aesop Rock] Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem Just to watch these moniters
i'm about to snap everyday, day after fucking day i'm working my life away every single stupid pointless day everyday, every day day after fucking day slave labor