Get It Get It - The Greasy Parcheesi Alliance

Wind on the fields blowin' your hair We were cold, we were cold, we were cold We were cold, hand to hold, hand to hold Come to the hill, got a nest to build String and grass, string and grass, string and grass String and grass, be the past, be the past Climb up to the clouds, tops of the trees Little road, little road, little road Little road, come and go, come and go River dam, lake fills up the land Skippin' stones, skippin' stones, skippin' stones Skippin' stones, build a home, build a home Cold outside, warm by the fire Get it wrong, get it wrong, get it wrong Get it right, get it right, get it righ

Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again Daddy, said the early bird gonna get the worm Food don't just fall on your plate Praying that the truck starts, praying that the rain falls Pray that your back don't break Get some mud on your Timb's And let 'em come clean in the river Then it's come on in And have a little beer with your dinner Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again You chop down a corn row, store it in a silo Make a living off the land Call it country economics 'cause We keep a little profit stashed back in a coffee can Get some mud on your hands And let 'em come clean in the river Send a prayer to the Man And sip a little shine after dinner (skrt) Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again It's all we know This dirt boy way of living Off that old dirt road when that rooster crows Yeah, we get up and get it Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again

Sickly sweet, candied meat in A fragrant greasy spoon Knock back black coffee Working until the afternoon She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space Cat calling white van patrolling The streets as she walks from work Rip hard and jeer from a far As he sits with a drooling smirk She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space She brushes it off Like she always does Drops through the subway Disappears with the flood I am a woman And I am a woman I am a woman I am a woman She comes over I hear her moan The walls are paper thin His friends come round, they pass her round Her head goes round the bend She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space She brushes it off Like she always does Puts on her makeup Faces the day As she hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space I am a woman And I am a woman I am a woman And I am a woman And I am your mother I am your sister And I am your daughter I am a woman

Greasy jungle, metropolis noir Easy tangles the easiest so far I drove down your road To Hazeldean where I tasted Your funeral home's Sandwiches and coffee I saw your hands melt Into one another I saw you grieve and grow Care a lot about one another I stood at your sink And I felt your warm water I washed your dishes And I looked out your kitchen window Where I saw a soulful Gymnast melt in the air and shudder Just above the snow Making moves that just weren't there Velvet callow With wet hands I turned out the lights And breathing shallow Hesitated then went upstairs Where I picked up your housecoat Dried my hands and touched your hair And just then you awoke You could never really barely care Greasy jungle, metropolis noir