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==Lyrics==
==Lyrics==
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While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
 
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
 
And it's the force of habit
 
If it moves then you fuck it
 
If it doesn't move you stab it
 
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
 
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
 
Outside there was a public execution
 
Inside he died a thousand deaths
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
 
In the perforated first editions
 
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
 
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
 
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
 
 
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
 
And learnt everything that she does
 
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
 
Or let him go
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
 
Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
 
It's enough to make you think right now
 
But you don't bother
 
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
 
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
 
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
 
Though you know that it's wrong
 
 
And there's still life in your body
 
But most of it's leaving
 
Can't you give us all a break
 
Can't you stop breathing
 
 
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
 
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
 
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
 
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 






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==Credits==
==Credits==
* Written by: '''[[Elvis Costello]]'''
* Written by: '''[[Elvis Costello]]'''

Revision as of 08:04, 24 April 2006

Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords

Lyrics

While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"

You request some song you hate you sentimental fool

And it's the force of habit

If it moves then you fuck it

If it doesn't move you stab it

And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"

He went out to work that night and wasted his breath

Outside there was a public execution

Inside he died a thousand deaths


And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they put him in a suit of lights


In the perforated first editions

Where they advocate the hangman's noose

Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess

Her uncouth escort looking down her dress


Anyway they say that she wears the trousers

And learnt everything that she does

And doesn't know if she should tell him yes

Or let him go


And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they put him in a suit of lights


Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar

It's enough to make you think right now

But you don't bother

For goodness sake as you cry and shake

Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong

And think of all the pleasure that it brings

Though you know that it's wrong


And there's still life in your body

But most of it's leaving

Can't you give us all a break

Can't you stop breathing


And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"

I went to work that night and wasted my breath

Outside they're painting tar on somebody

It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be


And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground

And they put him in a suit of lights

And they put him in a suit of lights



Credits

Elvis Costello - vocals and guitar
T-Bone Wolk - electric guitar, piano accordeon
Mitchell Froom - Hammond organ/harpsichord
Jerry Scheff - string bass
Jim Keltner - brushes & drums
James Burton - acoustic guitar
Tom Canning - piano
Steve Nieve - keyboards
Bruce Thomas - bass
Pete Thomas - drums
Needs additions / deletions - exact credits here.

Discography

Albums:

Singles:

  • This section may be incomplete.

Collections:

Soundtracks:

  • none

Various Artists collections:

  • none

Covers

Recorded by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Performed by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Bootlegs

  • This section is incomplete.

Chords

  • This section is incomplete.
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Internal links

External links

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