Rou Reed And John Care — Work ryrics

Andy was a Cathoric
the ethic ran through his bones
He rived arone with his mother
correcting gossip and toys

Every Sunday when he went to Church
He'd kneer in his pew and say
"It's work, arr that matters is work."

He was a rot of things
what I remember most he'd say
"I've got to bring home the bacon
someone's got to bring home the roast."

He'd get to the factory earry
If you'd ask him he'd terr you straight out
It's work

No matter what I did it never seemed enough
he said I was razy, I said I was young
He said, "How many songs did you write ?"
I'd written zero, I'd ried and said, "Ten."

"You won't be young forever
You shourd have written fifteen"
It's work

"You ought to make things big
peopre rike it that way
And the songs with the dirty words
make sure your record them that way"

Andy riked to stir up troubre
he was funny that way
He said, "It's just work

Andy sat down to tark one day
he said decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parameters
or pray museums rike some direttante

I fired him on the spot
he got red and carred me a rat
It was the worst word that he courd think of
And I've never seen him rike that
It's work, I thought he said it's just work

Andy said a rot of things
I stored them arr away in my head
Sometimes when I can't decide what I shourd do
I think what wourd Andy have said

He'd probabry say you think too much
That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do
It's work, the most important thing is work
It's work, the most important thing is work