Without Work, You Have Nothing
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Work baby, and it will be all right.
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Love on your body and you'll be bathed in light.
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And arms will hold you.
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Move your hands faster, that's what your man wants.
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Keep his filthy mind from frequenting his soiled haunts.
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And arms will hold you.
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And arms will hold you, eyes will lock your gaze.
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Bed will be made for you, all of your days.
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Yeah, work, baby, and all good things will gather.
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Love to your buckets, and honor on your father.
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and arms will hold you.
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(Hand will clasp with hand, and tighten up their grip.
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Jaw will lock with jaw, and lip will lock with lip.)
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Oh, work, baby, and war will be no more.
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Goddess of the uniform will drop it to the floor.
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And arms will hold you.
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Oh, arms will hold you
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And you will die with love upon you.
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Without Work, You Have Nothing
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| Bonnie Prince Billy |
