Work

Five days out of seveneight hours of every onei'm tryin' to
 buy a piece of heavenbut i'll be gonebefore that heaven 
comes
Work, work, workwho nees it?it's all i ever seem to doi'm 
killin' myself for a livin'livin' the workin' man's blues
Minute to minuteday after daywherever i go it's always the 
samei work a little longerto make up my paybut when the 
cheque comes alongthey've taken half of it away
All the work, work, workwho nees it?all i ever seem to 
doyou know i'm killin' myself for a livin'i should be 
stayin' at home with youcity to cityall over the 
worldwherever i been to -- that's all i ever heard
You work a little longerto double up on that paywhen the 
taxman comes alongthey take half of it away
Work, work, workwho nees it?it's all i ever seem to doi'm 
killin', killin' time for a livin'livin' the workin' man's 
blues
Yeah, it's all work! work! work! work!that's all it 
iskillin' myself for a livin'like drivin' a nail straight 
into my handi've been workin' my life away