I worked, I worked, I worked
I took my energy charge to the workshop
That's how I earned my living, yeah, and the Rein got polluted
I filed, I wedged, I cut, I guessed,
I rivetted, I just waved it off
I drilled, I wrangled, I varnished, I lyed down,
I milled and filled my stomach with bread.
I got enough, I got enough, I got enough
When I coughed iron dust from my bronchus
I sold my health cheap for nothing, yeah, for no reason
I cut, I grinded, I tinned, I argued,
I processed and played cards with Köysti
I welded, I joked, I lathed,
I lazed, I made drink, and produced and ate badly
Then once the boss said,
go off and waltz,
you've got until April the third
And goddamn it, you son of a bitch,
if that's not enough I'll put you out of job
I got carried away, I got carried away, I got carried away
With the office lady I got sucked into the swirls of waltz
And we danced, with smiles on our faces, yeah, with rattling bones
I twisted, I turned, pirouetted and pivoted
and bended, and took her into ectasy
I laboured and fell and caressed and touched
I entertained, I accelerated her into ruin
But the boss gave me shit and pulled his hair
and fired cartridges into my dick
He swore and hexed and it didn't end well
For he put me out of job