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