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Gotta Serve Somebody - performed by Natalie Cole

 

 

You may be an ambassador to England or France

You may like to gamble, you might like to dance

You may be the heavyweight champion of the world

You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage

You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage

You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief

They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk

You may be the head of some big TV network

You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame

You may be living in another country under another name

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

You may be a construction worker working on a home

You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome

You might own guns and you might even own tanks

You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride

You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side

You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair

You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk

Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk

You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread

You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

 

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy

You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy

You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray

You may call me anything but no matter what you say

 

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 

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The Shins - Sleeping Lessons

 

Go without 'til the need seeps in

You low animal, collect your novel petals for the stem

And glow, glow, melt and flow, eviscerate your fragile frame

Spill it out on the ragged floor, a thousand different versions of yourself

And if the old guard still offend

They've got nothing left on which you depend

So enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads

Jump from the hook, you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life

And they got no right

As sure as you have eyes

They've got no right

Just put yourself in my new shoes and see that I do what I do

Because the old guard still offends (their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)

They've got nothing left on which we depend

So enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads

Jump from the hook, you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

That you despise

You despise

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The Shins - Sleeping Lessons

 

Go without 'til the need seeps in

You low animal, collect your novel petals for the stem

And glow, glow, melt and flow, eviscerate your fragile frame

Spill it out on the ragged floor, a thousand different versions of yourself

And if the old guard still offend

They've got nothing left on which you depend

So enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads

Jump from the hook, you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life

And they got no right

As sure as you have eyes

They've got no right

Just put yourself in my new shoes and see that I do what I do

Because the old guard still offends (their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)

They've got nothing left on which we depend

So enlist every ounce of your bright blood and off with their heads

Jump from the hook, you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

That you despise

You despise

 

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Can’t tell you how much joy I had from the song you shared rockfan1975, was :smitten:

 

Good! Glad you liked it. I've had it stuck in my head for a little while and wanted to share.

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