The Rolling Stones Lyrics
The Rolling Stones Lyrics
"Luxury Lyrics"
Not Beautiful Anymore Lyrics
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
I want a real fine car, fly Miami too
All the rum, I want to drink it, all the whiskey too
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury
You can't call me lazy on a seven day a week
Make a million fo
What Gets Me High Lyrics
Well, freedom of expression and elation is my state True, true, I'm a lucky boy but I don't believe in fate Cause I'm simply, standing strongly on the shoulders of giants
r the Texans, twenty dollar me Well, freedom of expression and elation is my state True, true, I'm a lucky boy but I don't believe in fate Cause I'm simply, standing strongly on the shoulders of giants
Yes, I want a gold ring, riding in a limousine
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury
Now listen, I'm a proud man, not a beggar walking on the street
I'm working so hard, to keep you from the poverty
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury, oh yeah
Sweet Music Lyrics
(Lance / Cobbs / Bowie) Sweet music, Sweet music. Why do my heart skips a beat? - Pretty music, What makes the soul come out of me? - Pretty music, Som
I'm working so hard, I'm working so hard (Lance / Cobbs / Bowie) Sweet music, Sweet music. Why do my heart skips a beat? - Pretty music, What makes the soul come out of me? - Pretty music, Som
Harder, harder, working, working, working
I think it's such a strange thing, giving me concern
Half the world it got nothing the other half got money to burn
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, oh, yea
Consumed Lyrics
Fractured but growing immensly becoming more than a man ripping apart the core - the soil manufacturing manslaughter In the chambers of Your beliefs <
h Fractured but growing immensly becoming more than a man ripping apart the core - the soil manufacturing manslaughter In the chambers of Your beliefs <
Working on a Sunday in refinery
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
All the rum, I want to drink it, I got responsibility
I'm working so hard to keep you from the poverty, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, oh, yeah
Harder, harder, working, working...