| well i'm hiding my eyes from the morning sun | |
| and i keep on working till the work is all done | |
| but a voice in my head keeps ticking away | |
| as the sweat's hosed down from yet another day | |
| well he works hard | |
| and he lives hard | |
| and he breaks his back without nothing to gain | |
| while the boss man sits around and drinks champagne | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one transition | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one decision | |
| well i'm peeling the blisters off my working hand | |
| is that what it takes to make you understand? | |
| that it's something you read, not something you meant | |
| to be slaving away without a shred of integrity | |
| he worked hard | |
| and he lived hard | |
| and he broke his back without nothing to say | |
| while the man in control was just laughing away | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one transition | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one decision | |
| was it something you read? | |
| was it something you meant? | |
| was it something you said? | |
| or was it heaven sent? | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one transition | |
| all day (you work and you work and you work and) | |
| in life, there's just one decision |