GODS DIRTY WORK - Nick Hakim

Concrete roads wait for me

They’re the veins in this machine we feed

That will never sleep

That will never sleep

Bring her flowers that make her laugh and eyes bleed

Get out and ride around violently

Come rain or shine

Doing God’s work

And this kind of work is hard

But somebody’s got to do God’s work

And this kind of work is sparse

But somebody’s got to do her dirty work

Don’t ask me

For anything but flowers

'Cause we don’t dabble with them other powers

But I know someone who knows someone

And if you want me to say

And help you rearrange your mind

I have something that will help you sleep at night

Oh it’ll help you sleep at night

This kind of work is hard

But somebody’s got to do God’s work

And this kind of work is sparse

But somebody’s got to do her dirty work

Oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh, ooh

Got to do her dirty work

Oh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh

Got to do her dirty work

Ooh ooh ooh

Concrete roads wait for me

They’re the veins in this machine we feed

That will never sleep

That will never sleep

Bring her flowers that make her laugh and eyes bleed

Get out and ride around violently

Come rain or shine

Doing God’s work