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MP3 - Live version "And so it goes"at Magic Bag Jan 19th, 2001 |

MP3 "And so it goes" - Workers of the World Relax CD  -
Goodfellow remix

And so it goes

And so it goes and so it goes
You sew your life you wear its clothes
you chafe on its fabric oh it blisters your soul

You pile the logs you fuel the fire you feel the heat of your desire
you feel yourself burning
yeah, you burn yourself out
And you ain't gonna ask no questions when the masters about

And there you are and there you are
you get a house you buy a car
and all of life’s questions are just a buzz in your ear

You cruise the web you watch TV
and when your child is bouncing on your knee
you think of life's visions yeah they're oozing away
and your thoughts only seem to gel when the master's away

You know I really can't press the issue
while the master is filling it up
You know, I really can't think about it
You can't talk about truth when you're pressing your lips to the cup.

And here we go and here we go
You raise your hand to shield the blow
You fend for survival yeah you live in a daze

You went to school you go to work
You were a don now you're a clerk
And where is revival? Is there a trail you can blaze?
And as you head for home you wonder how you will live out your days

You know I really can't press the issue
while the master is filling it up
You know, I really can't think about it
You can't talk about truth when you're pressing your lips to the cup.

It's just a dream you must awake
the time has come for you to take
control of your power - yeah, there's no time to wait

You draw a breath behold your life
You lick your wounds unsheathe the knife
and look for the magic has it has it all gone to ground
And you know what to do with your knife when the master turns 'round

You know I really can't press the issue
while the master is filling it up
You know, I really can't think about it
You can't talk about truth when you're pressing your lips to the cup
You can't talk about truth when you're pressing your lips to the cup
You can't talk about truth when you're pressing your lips to the cup

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1998

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