surely you don't work all night surely you don't work all night you think you're all right surely you don't work all night
i walked the town late last night i walked clear across town just to write some graffiti on the wall when i got there i couldn't think of anything to say
the buildings stood still like giant tombstones dark and blue and still i came to a dead end up an alley and saw a cold cement canvas and a Mac truck on a hill
and i wrote the words of Al Pompas on the subway wall and there's a football star on a McDonalds glass staring at me right in the face and he looks just like Pete Arner
and the sun comes thru the windows it was just like letting the dog in in the morning it was jumping all over the room and waggin' its tail in my eyes but me i was unenthusiastic my skin felt just like plastic everyday i sleep in that casket that i pulled out and crawled in
and i ripped my own hair out late last night in a dream is that band really gonna play that in public? "killing my softly with my song"?
the queen stands proud in the circus parade with a baby in her arm and I sit loud on a toilet seat like a monkey in a zoo and there's a McDonalds glass staring at me, laughing
surely you don't work all night surely you don't work all night we think you're all right surely you don't work all night