Faces To The Window – Daniel Amos – letras

I go to work I work hard, I do come home exhaustedI go to sleep quite early, lights off and I roll overNice and keeping warm, the morning comes too soonAll is well and it’s O.K., till I hear the bell and I say »My little breakfast is a little bit of hell »For they got their faces to the windowPressin’ their faces to the windowLittle bitty beggars with the great big eyesI turn the channel but to my surpriseThey still press their faces to the, windowI go to church each sunday, I go to lovely picnicsI say my prayers at bedtime, I try to be a witnessI lose a little sleep, but I whistle while I make my bedThe summer sun is shining, in clouds a silver liningWhy do I find I’m shouting, « When is Thy kingdom coming? »Got their faces to the windowPressin’ their faces to the windowLittle bitty beggars with the great big eyesI turn the channel but to my surpriseThey still press their faces to the windowI go to work I work hard, I do come home exhaustedI go to sleep quite early, lights off and I roll overNice and keeping warm, the morning comes too soonAll is well and it’s O.K., till I hear the bell and I say »My little breakfast is a little bit of hell »For they got their faces to the windowPressin’ their faces to the windowLittle bitty beggars with the great big eyesI turn the channel but to my surpriseThey still press their faces to theThey still press their faces to the windowThey still press their faces to theThey still press their faces to the window