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Work
Andy was a Catholic
the ethic ran through his bones
He lived alone with his mother
collecting gossip and toysEvery Sunday when he went to Church
he'd kneel in his pew and say
It's work
all that matters is workHe was a lot of things
what I remember most he'd say
I've got to bring home the bacon
someone's got to bring home the roastHe'd get to the factory early
if you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out
It's workNo matter what I did it never seemed enough
he said I was lazy I said I was young
He said, How many songs did you write
I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, TenYou won't be young forever
you should have written fifteen
It's workYou ought to make things big
people like it that way
And the songs with the dirty words
make sure your record them that wayAndy liked to stir up trouble
he was funny that way
He said, It's just workAndy sat down to talk one day
he said decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parameters
or play museums like some dilettanteI fired him on the spot
he got red and called me a rat
It was the worst word that he could think of
and I've never seen him like that
It's workI thought he said it's just workAndy said a lot of things
I stored them all away in my head
Sometimes when I can't decide
what I should do
I think what would Andy have saidHe'd probably 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
