Life of Work lyrics

Riding in the saddle, henchmen at your side

Holy macaroni, hose you on your back

And the bystanders just stand there like oysters on a shelf

In the world of work your rivals, that you have yet to meet

And quite a bunch they are in the morning sun

With blinking eyes the worthless stands

In readiness for transport to the battleground

There's dirty work ahead of them

And quite a bunch they are

What do you do with a life of work?

What do you do with a life of work?

What do you do with a life of work?

Face it in the morning, face it in the morning

And the parting of the ways and the interrupted mirth

And the shock that has to come because of what you want

Compared to what you've got

Meet it squarely

And it only hurts when it hurts...

Life of work, early in the morning...