Praise without rage, praise without rage,
praise without rage, yeah
Oh, praise without trace, praise without trace,
That's all that is right,
And if you work hard enough,
you'll have your heart's desire
Said if you want a factory,
so you can make your own money
Right here is where you belong,
so you sing every damn song
It's about praise without race,
It's all the deer that ride,
and all the jay that ride
See I work for you night and day,
and I'm supposed to get my way
Don't want no sad story, not my aim,
What I sow, you're the one to reap,
I take the bitter, you have the sweet
Is that a treat, when the work is complete,
I never knew you were counterfeit
To be. praise without trace
And all your chains have died
You shouldn't have done that, no, no
So if you work hard enough,
Say if you want a factory,
Right here is where you belong
So you sing him a damn song, song