Moral Of The Story Lyrics - Cardboard Castles - Watsky

And the moral of the story is 

(Pause) 

And the moral of the story is 

(Work!) till your arms fall off 

Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft 

(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb 

And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb 

I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses 

You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz 

Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids 

Everybody get together with a study buddy 

And then talk about the fuck that I don't give 

Because it's so big and explosive 

But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive 

If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is 

If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is 

Work is my church and so the studio's the closest 

I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest 

Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit 

'Cause we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit 

You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish 

You can have a chicken pot pie 

But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach 

I'm Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur 

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You're on my nerves, but mark my words 

Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf 

WORK! 

And the moral of the story is 

WORK! 

And the moral of the story is 

(Work!) till your arms fall off 

Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft 

(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb 

And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb 

Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee 

I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy 

Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany 

Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me 

Show some modesty, if you're watching me 

A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny 

But if yer blockin' me I will soon defeat you 

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I will build a above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you 

I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers 

If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers 

I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear 

I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years 

I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon 

Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen 

'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through 

And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to 

WORK! 

And the moral of the story is 

WORK! 

And the moral of the story is 

(Work!) till your arms fall off 

Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft 

(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb 

And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb 

(Pause) 

And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo 

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo 

(Pause) 

And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo 

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo 

(Pause) 

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo