Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Day's Work , by - Dual Core. Release date: 02.08.2007
Song language: English
Day's Work |
| INT EIGHTY, INT EIGHTY! |
| How do you do it? |
| What’s an average day like for you? |
| Check, check (clears throat) |
| Oh, ok (clears throat) |
| It’s all in a day’s work, I’ve said it before |
| The crime won’t stop so I’m ready for war |
| Rescuing people: adults and children |
| I just saved these women from a burning building |
| Helping out the citizens, fighting off attackers |
| Before that, I apprehended two carjackers |
| Went to the bank just to make a deposit |
| And halted a robbery already in progress |
| So honest, so loyal; |
| fiercely trusted |
| I serve and protect for the general public |
| Cat in a tree (meow), climber on a mountain |
| Pulled a kid out the river 'cause I saw that he was drowning |
| School bus, hazards, it’s down to the wire |
| The bus had a blowout; |
| I helped changed the tire |
| Stopped a speeding train that was heading for a crash |
| Flying toward an orphanage sitting on the tracks (woo woo!) |
| Wait, somebody placed an orphanage on the railroad tracks? |
| (Yeah, that’s right) |
| You mean, physically removed the orphanage, from its foundation, |
| buried in the ground, and placed it on some railroad tracks? |
| And left it there? |
| (Uhh… well… uh… I gotta go) |
| It’s all in a day’s work, they just can’t grasp |
| People don’t see how much work I have |
| Crime’s on the decline, after a steep rise |
| I’ve earned a reward, now for some me-time |
| Head to the bar, on the news and I rewind |
| Taking these shots and it’s stinging like a beehive |
| Out to the dance floor, drink in my hand |
| I’m cool with the DJ and he’s playing jam |
| Groove in my hips, rhythm on the brain |
| Smooth with a chick but she’s no Lois Lane |
| Dance a few songs all nice and friendly |
| Go to take a sip and my drink is empty |
| Should I keep dancing? |
| Maybe even score? |
| Feeling pretty good; |
| I could go for one more (bartender!) |
| Need another round, time to refill |
| Jerks at the bar and they’re hating on my skills |
| Did you hear that BS about the orphanage on the train tracks? |
| int eighty is |
| such a liar |
| (You shut your mouth. int eighty is a great man. He’s a hero!) |
| Are you president of his fan club or something? |
| I mean the guy is obviously full of himself |
| (I'll give you a president of the fan club. Right in your face!) |
| Turn off the treadmill, you’re running your mouth |
| He wouldn’t shut down so I’m punching him out |
| Quick change the deal 'cause this ain’t for real |
| Forget brass knuckles; |
| my skin’s made of steel |
| Temper is boiling the fire erods |
| Feeling crass, shatter glass, strike a match and explode |
| Fury in a rage, out the cage like an animal |
| Whoops we’re in a bar and the alcohol is flammable |
| Fire everywhere, and everyone’s escaping |
| But I knocked a couple out so I guess I better save them |
| Smoke so thick it’s like breathing exhaust fumes |
| Gotta find a bathroom for switching up costumes |
| Outfit’s changed and I’m back in the fray |
| With 80 on my chest so I’m saving the day |
| (Oh my God, is he alright? What’s he have to say?) |
| He’s got 3rd degree burns, but I think he’ll be ok, little punk |
| I’m here reporting live from the scene |
| Where our inebriated super hero, int eighty |
| Has lashed out physically at patrons |
| Sent the bar up in flames |
| And knocked an elderly woman unconscious |
| While making his exit |
| Firemen and EMTs are on the scene |
| Back to you, Jon |