Xtc - Work Lyrics
Keep your fingers busyMentally or physicallyWhat four-letter wordDyou know like ...Look at me smileLook at me doing theirWorkYsee me shuffle in the dirtMy how I sweatBut I dont mindCause its workYou got me rolling up my shirtTheres all my old friendsSat by the fountain drinking beerTheir days have no starts and no endsThey drift into pub nights with noPromise for tomorrowAll that they want is someWorkWorkLook at me smileLook at me polish theseToolsAm I breaking all the rules?A cycle like thatI dont want to be late for schoolWell its night schoolNow all my new friendsSit in their [site] huts drinking teaMy day has no start and no endsDrifts into whole nights in myCoffin by the firesideBugger this gameI know whos to blameAnd thatsWorkAw, workKeep your fingers busyMentally or physicallyWhat four-letter wordDyou know likeOh! work, workOh! work, workIm back with my old friendsSat by the brunel drinking beerDont want this to ever endWere living in fear of beingMizzled by a new mythWorkI dont want to go to workWorkI dont want to go to work
