Moral Of The Story by Watsky Guitar Chords
[Hook]
D F
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
D C
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
A#
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
D C
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
A#
Everybody get together with a study buddy
A#
And then talk about the fucks that I don't give
D C
Because it's so big and explosive
A#
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
D C
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
A#
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is
D C
Work is my church and so the studio's the closest
A#
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
D C
Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
A#
'Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
D C
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
A#
You can have a chicken pot pie
A# D
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach
C
I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
A#
You're on my nerves, mark my words
D
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
[Hook]
D F
Work
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
Work
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
D C
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
A#
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
D C
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
A#
Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me
D C
Show some modesty, if you're watching me
A#
A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
D C
But if your blockin' me I will soon defeat you
A#
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
D C
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
A#
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
D C
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
A#
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
D C
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
A#
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
D C
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
A#
And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
D F
Work
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
Work
A#
And the moral of the story is
D F
(Work!) till your arms fall off
A#
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft
D F
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
A#
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
D F A# D F A#
[Bridge]
D F
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
A# D F A#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
D F
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
A# D F
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
A#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
[Outro]
D F A# D F A#
D F A# D F A#
Tagged In: Watsky