Lyrics Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man

Work All Day

If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night

If you work all night you keep the rhythm through the day

If you sell that soul you'll be burning up right

If you ain't got no soul, that's fine, alright

If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night

If you work all night you keep the rhythm through the day

If you sell that soul you'll be burning up right

If you ain't got no soul, that's fine, alright

All I've ever known is true

Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left for you

Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left of you

Keep the rhythm through the night

If you need a little money keep working alright

It'll help that soul, a little help may do some right

You don't need that soul, well that's fine, alright

I work all day, keep the rhythm through the night

I work all night, keep on walking, alright

If you sell that soul, that's fine, alright

If you sell that soul, that's fine, alright

All I've ever known is true

Pick it up and pack it up and put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left for you

We'll pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left of you

Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left for you

Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast

Until there's nothing left of you

Until there's nothing left of you