Work Lyrics - Begone Dull Care - Junior Boys

Holes barely spent 

Crossed T's never read 

Etching away 

'til the end of the day 

Save up for the rest 

And you'll hope for the next 

Hot spill 

Cheap thrill 

You're the last of the line 

And wasted your time 

You're too eager to stall 

A bit too sure of it all 

But left with your empty fate 

You pick up a paperweight 

So work it, baby, work it 

Work it, baby, work it 

Mix and blend 

Words are written again and again 

Oh, cycle the air 

You swallow and stare 

Alone at the setting sun 

Well there goes another one 

Counting down 

For a night on the town