Sublime - Work That We Do Lyrics

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you
We've seen it all, the lies won't let you, I've got fourteen miles to go
I've got a rhythm comin' since I've got the soul
But I won't wanna come around our love, so why, why, why?

If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall, and I'ma find you
I'll find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today
So why we fight to get, we fight to keep our weary arms to bed
Real love's something that I still hope

People make there own places to go
And now in '94 we're gonna lie some more
1994 we're going to die some more
And we do ever going to be the last show?

It, it's going to be the last drive
And [Incomprehensible] make the cars that we drive
Don't worry, don't mind, I've got hours of time?
And it's all underneath your voodoo