Moral of the Story SONG LYRICS

Watsky

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

And the moral of the story is
(Pause)
And the moral of the story is
(Work!) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numbAnd they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
Everybody get together with a study buddy
And then talk about the fuck that I don't give
Because it's so big and explosive
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is
Work is my church and so the studio's the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
'Cause we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
You can have a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach
I'm Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
You're on my nerves, but mark my wordsGotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
WORK!
And the moral of the story is
WORK!
And the moral of the story is
(Work!) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me
Show some modesty, if you're watching meA bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
But if yer blockin' me I will soon defeat you
I will build a above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to
WORK!
And the moral of the story is
WORK!
And the moral of the story is
(Work!) till your arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
(Pause)
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
(Pause)
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
(Pause)
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Moral of the Story song lyrics