Moral Of The Story
Watsky
F#
(início)
D# F# B And the moral of the story is D# F# B And the moral of the story is D# F# (Work!) till your arms fall off B Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft D# F# (Just WORK!) till your hands go numb B And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
Verse 1
D# C# I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses B You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz D# C# Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids B Everybody get together with a study buddy B And then talk about the fucks that I don't give D# C# Because it's so big and explosive B But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive D# C# If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is B If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is D# C# Work is my church and so the studio's the closest B I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest D# C# Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit B 'Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it D# C# You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish B You can have a chicken pot pie B D# But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach C# I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur B You're on my nerves, mark my words D# Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
Hook
D# F# Work B And the moral of the story is D# F# Work B And the moral of the story is D# F# (Work!) till your arms fall off B Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft D# F# (Just WORK!) till your hands go numb B And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
Verse 2
D# C# Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee B I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy D# C# Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany B Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me D# C# Show some modesty, if you're watching me B A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny D# C# But if your blockin' me I will soon defeat you B I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you D# C# I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers B If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers D# C# I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear B I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years D# C# I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon B Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen D# C# 'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through B And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)
Hook
D# F# Work B And the moral of the story is D# F# Work B And the moral of the story is D# F# (Work!) till your arms fall off B Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft D# F# (Just WORK!) till your hands go numb B And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
Instrumental
D# F# B D# F# B
Bridge
D# F# And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo B D# F# B No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo D# F# And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo B D# F# No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo B No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
Outro
D# F# B D# F# B D# F# B D# F# B
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