Robin Cock Because It Keeps On Working
I want to lay down, but I got no home Is there a better place? Cast into the open, with nowhere else to go I feel right now that I could rest my bones Or should I stay awake? Tired of going in circles, trying to stay alive Because it keeps on working Don't make it right I'll try anyting, that could somehow free me from The ball and chain If I can hold out, for I've nowhere else to run Or person to blame I may be weary But I'm on my feet again I had a love that I could call my own But I had no choice Who's afraid of nothing, must be clinging to the vine Because it keeps on working Don't make it right I raise my head high, and make a toast to the fallen saints Bless their souls It's been a long ride, we've all endured some aches and pains Heaven knows Could have been easier But misery loves me so Cast into the open with nowhere else to go Tired of going in circles, trying to stay alive Because it keeps on working Don't make it right Lots of understanding, no one gets enough Who's afraid of nothing, must be clinging to the vine Because it keeps on working Don't make it right