Watsky - Moral of the story

^BAnd the moral of the story is D# F#

^BAnd the moral of the story is ^D#(Work!) till your arms fall ^F#off Till your ^Babs get hard and your bone's all soft (Just^D# WORK!) till your hands go ^F#numb And they ^Bcramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

I ^D#write till my fingers look like a bouquet of ^C#roses ^BYou gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz ^D#Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's ^C#go kids ^BEverybody get together with a study buddy And then ^Btalk about the fucks that I don't give ^D#Because it's so big^C# and explosive ^BBut a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive ^D#If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what ^C#hope is ^BIf I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is ^D#Work is my church and so the ^C#studio's the closest I spit it ^Bsick until my cootie flow's the grossest ^D#Don't be so pissed just be ^C#focused on your own shit B 'Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it ^D#You're not my biness,^C# I go for number one, not a top five finish ^BYou can have a chicken pot pie But I'm thinking that I'm g^Bonna have another can of Popeye's s^D#pinach I'm a Rottweiler, ^C#pop my collar when I pop my fur You're ^Bon my nerves, mark my words Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf^D#

^D#Wor^F#k ^BAnd the moral of the story is ^D#Wor^F#k ^BAnd the moral of the story is ^D#(Work!) till your arms fall ^F#off Till your ^Babs get hard and your bone's all soft (Just^D# WORK!) till your hands go ^F#numb And they ^Bcramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

^D#Work until I'm black and yellow black and y^C#ellow, worker bee ^BI just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy ^D#Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mah^C#ogany ^BHonestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me ^D#Show some modesty,^C# if you're watching me A ^Bbitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny ^D#But if your blockin' me I will ^C#soon defeat you I will ^Bbuild a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you I will ^D#eat you and excrete you and I'll ^C#feed you to the flowers If I ^Bneed to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers ^D#I put in hour after ^C#hour let's be crystal clear ^BI'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years ^D#I'll fingerbang my fears, ^C#I'll fucking punch a dragon ^BEven with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen ^D#'Cause waiting doesn't work,^C# and praying may not come through ^BAnd hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)

^D#Wor^F#k ^BAnd the moral of the story is ^D#Wor^F#k ^BAnd the moral of the story is ^D#(Work!) till your arms fall ^F#off Till your ^Babs get hard and your bone's all soft (Just^D# WORK!) till your hands go ^F#numb And they ^Bcramp and the fans in the stands go dumb

^D#And maybe someday you might s^F#ee me in a glossy photo ^BNo weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo ^{D# F# B D#}And maybe someday you might s^F#ee me in a glossy photo ^BNo weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo ^{D# F# B}No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo