Letras
Working every single week in this city
Daydreaming about better days and blackbirds
Time goes slowly somehow, even backwards
Work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and it's not that tough
I'm not breaking my neck or my back or my bones in the rough
Middle of the work day, looking in the mirror
Jesus, I think I see a gray hair
Hey, can you please explain why when the
Work's all done you still gotta stay there?
Staring out the window at all kinds of
People having fun in the sun on the sidewalk
Who are they? Why aren't they working?
I'm in here every single day working and working and working
This particular week work's a bit of a wankfest
Saying you're welcome a lot, coming up thankless
I just went out on a Tuesday night
Starting to wish that I drank less
Work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and it's not that tough
I'm not breaking my neck or my back or my bones in the rough
Working every single week in this city
Dreaming about better days and blackbirds
Time goes slowly somehow, even backwards
Work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and the pay's alright
I can still go out on a Tuesday night
Still, I make it to work in the morning with that feeling in my head
My throat all scratchy, my face a little bit red
But the day does end and I will feel fine
I'm not sleeping alone or waiting in a welfare line
