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I’ve been working all damn day in this sweatshop, It'll feel like I’m dyin’ but I won’t stop, I don’t mind, cause I’m the kind of guy, I’m pumpin' out till the end of time. I’ve be working all damn day in the sweatshop, I’ve been going all the way in my tank top, I don’t mind, 'cause I'll be looking fine, Yeah I pumped it out to the end of times, yeah. I'm packing that meat meat, Working long hours on the count of the beat-eat, I'm packing that wheat meat, Doing hard labour gonna grow a lot of wheat. Who-oh I’ve been running in the window of the sweatshop, I've been running for some hours, but I won’t drop down, I don’t mind, cause I’ll be looking fine, I’m runnin’ through noise to the end of time. I'm packing that meat meat, Working long hours on the count of the beat-eat, I'm packing that meatmeat, Doing hard labour gonna grow a lot of wheat. Who-oh Who-oh Sweatshop Sweatshop (Hey) Sweatshop Sweatshop I’ve been working all damn day in this sweatshop Still feels like I’m dyin’ but I won’t stop woman: I don’t mind, 'cause I'm gon' shine, I’ll pump it hard, till the end of ... I'm packing that meat meat Working long hours on the count of the beat-eat I'm packing that wheat meat Doing hard labour gonna grow a lot of wheat. Who-oh. Who-oh. Sweatshop Sweatshop (Hey) Sweatshop Working long hours on the count of the beat. Sweatshop. (Gitaarsolo) Sweatshop. Sweatshop. |