Working for the Fatman

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Every day is Monday

In the house up on the hill

They're taking out the windows

But we're working up there still

Till the sun goes down

You can hear the wheels go 'round

And I'll slave away saving all I can

Till then I'm workin', I'm workin' for the fat man

Looking out the window

As I dream my colored dreams

Swaying to the rhythm

Of the sound of the machines

Till the sun goes down

You can hear the wheels go 'round

Between you and me, I've taken all I can

But I'm still working, I'm working for the fat man

I'm never gonna work

I'm never gonna work for that man again

But I'm stuck on the line

Stuck on the line till I'm sixty-five

Hey look out Jack, going to break your back

Things will fall and your bones will crack

Till they send you down

For a couple of years in shadow town

Living without breathing

Isn't everything it seems

Swaying to the rhythm

Of the sound of the machines

Till the sun goes down

You can hear the wheels go 'round

And I'll slave away saving all I can

Till then I'm working, I'm working for the fat man

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