A work song. A buddy and I go through hell where we work.
Well, the truth is I have no band. This is just me in my basement with headphones on creating music on my Mac.
Story behind the song
Shawn says Good Lord about 5,000 times a day. So, I had him send me a file of him saying it, and GoOd LoRd came to be....
Lyrics
Good Lord.
sittin on a crate my fucking break need a fucking break yeah I can't wait.
I don't think I can take no more, (no more no more) Good Lord.
Another fucking day in this hell hole Good Lord my poor soul
I don't think I can take no more (no more no more) Good Lord
On my way to the receiving door to escape this fucking joke
I don't think I can take no more what I need is a fucking smoke
Another day in this hell hole Good Lord my poor soul
I don't think I can take no more (no more no more) Good Lord.
Shawn line Shawn line, Shawn line one
Shawn line Shawn line, Shawn line one
Here I am fucking trimming beets for every senior I fucking meet
I don't think I can take no more (no more no more)
I can only think of the day I'm gone but then I think of that fucking Shawn
I don't think he can take no more (no more no more) Good Lord
Shawn is pulling out his fucking hair he'd needed and wanted everywhere
I don't think he can take no more (no more no more)
Another fucking day in this hell hole Good lord what we see and know
I don't think we can take no more (no more no more) Good LOrd
Shawn line Shawn line, Shawn line one
Shawn line Shawn line, Shawn line one
haha.
