Tom: F#
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
D# C#
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
B
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
D# C#
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
B
Everybody get together with a study buddy
B
And then talk about the fucks that I don't give
D# C#
Because it's so big and explosive
B
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
D# C#
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
B
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is
D# C#
Work is my church and so the studio's the closest
B
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
D# C#
Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
B
'Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
D# C#
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
B
You can have a chicken pot pie
B D#
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach
C#
I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
B
You're on my nerves, mark my words
D#
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
D# C#
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
B
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
D# C#
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
B
Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me
D# C#
Show some modesty, if you're watching me
B
A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
D# C#
But if your blockin' me I will soon defeat you
B
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
D# C#
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
B
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
D# C#
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
B
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
D# C#
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
B
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
D# C#
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
B
And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
D# F# B D# F# B
[Bridge]
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F# B
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
B
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
[Outro]
D# F# B D# F# B
D# F# B D# F# B
