Letra de Praise Be - Hooverphonic

Praise be to the working man
I used to be a scientist working in a lab
Creating all my viruses, creating them real fast
67 Nobel prizes, really in my prime
Until one day my rats they said:
Hey boy you've got time
I've got time
I'm fed up with these rats
I'm starting up a movement with a bunch of killer cats
He's got time
He's out every night
Starting out with drinking and always ending up in fights
No lazy days were ever meant for me

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Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha
Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha
I've got time
You've got time
And so I went to Asia
And so I went and ran
Hiding from the notorious law and looking for some sun
I was chasing that old dragon
Got hooked on Chinese wine
Greyhound was my middle name
And in Chao-Min I did time
And boy, there I really had some time