Everybody's working, everybody needs to toil Oh we're working so much harder than we did the year before. And we work so goddamn hard for so very little pay. And we work, and we toil, everyday.
Everyone's unhappy, everybody is upset. And the days they get away from us, we haven't made it yet. And we know that there's no end it sight, this is our everyday And we work, and we toil, and pay.
Slow it down. Take it slow. Let's turn on the radio again. And let's sit and listen to The song that we love, oh, the songs we sing along to.
Work, it makes us cynical, and bitter angry folk. This must be some sort of universal cosmic joke. But we know the bills, they must be paid and so we slave away.
Everybody's working, everybody needs to toil Oh we're working so much harder than we did the year before. And we work so goddamn hard for so very little pay. And we work, and we toil, and we slave.