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Mr. Maker he's got it made
A beautiful wife and a baby on the way
And his bills are already paid
No need to skimp, no need to save
But all around him, the world grows hard
He thinks to himself, he must have played a lucky card
If he was alone he'd give it all away
To people and things, that he wanted to save
But oh no, it's alright
Mr. Maker, he'll be fine
It's alright, it's OK
Because of the love he gave away
Oh yeah
Oh yeah...
Doesn't stop to think it's because of he
Always doing right, he stays healthy
The girls in the alley won't get a hold of him
He's got no time for that kind of sin
And he, he's not a member of the Catholic Church
The pastor of his town got sent down for dirt
He sees the boys from Sunday school
It's hard to believe what he read in the morning news
But oh no, it's alright
Mr. Maker, he'll be fine
It's all right, it's OK
Because of the love he gave away
Oh yeah
Oh yeah...
Heart beat, stay heavy
Love us all please, stay on your feet
For me, for me
Stay on your feet
For me, for me
Stay on your feet for me
But oh no, it's alright
Mr. Maker, he'll be fine
It's alright, it's OK
Because of the love he gave away
Oh yeah
Oh yeeeeah...
