No More Workhorse Blues

Many lights up today
Many lights up this way

What is this road here?
Where have I come?

I am a rich man
I am a very rich man
I have good pants on
Stitched and stitched;
I am in stitches
I am laughing at you
I am in britches

I've written books for you
I held my own for you
Where is my tongue?

I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse

I am a racing horse
I am a grazing horse
I am your favorite horse

A Spoonful Weighs a Ton

And though they were sad
They rescued everyone
They lifted up the sun
A spoonful weighs a ton
Giving more than they had
The process had begun
A million came from one
The limits now were none
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Forcing it off with their hands
The trapdoor came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love


by The Flaming Lips