Twelve Inch Singles (1981-1984)

Well i'm hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And i keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweat's hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne

All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one decision

Well i'm peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That it's something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away

All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one decision

Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?

All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, there's just one decision

Cold you know the yolk it's spreading from you laugh as people scatter
'bout surrounded by a veil of stars you realize your life is dark earth
Gets colder every day if scientists could have their way they'd study us
From far away and watch as people's minds decay cold your body's in the
Hands of fools with swimming pools and low iq's there's nothing to see,
Nothing to do buy your stocks and sell your jewels bill collectors stole my
Mail my wife and kids are all for sale i hope to god i go to jail and no
One can come up with bail cold life i can't control my buried thoughts the
Slightest thing makes me distraught i'm like the people i once fought my
Every action's being bought robot trainers earn their pay as mutant kids go
Out to play it's such a pretty pretty day with orange nights and days of
Grey cold i've now become a nervous wreck i'm getting closer to my death i
Keep expecting my last breath as all my friends just laugh and jest the
Earth is such a filthy place and human such an awful race and i'd rather
Live in outer space where death goes at a slower pace cold life