Work

Writers: Leo

Sayer, Tom

Snow & John

Vastano five days out of seven eight hours of every one

I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven but

I'll be gone before that heaven comes work, work, work who nees it? it's all

I ever seem to do

I'm killin' myself for a livin' livin' the workin' man's blues minute to minute day after day wherever

I go it's always the same

I work a little longer to make up my pay but when the cheque comes along they've taken half of it away all the work, work, work who nees it? all

I ever seem to do you know

I'm killin' myself for a livin'

I should be stayin' at home with you city to city all over the world wherever

I been to -- that's all

I ever heard you work a little longer to double up on that pay when the taxman comes along they take half of it away work, work, work who nees it? it's all

I ever seem to do

I'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 is killin' myself for a livin' like drivin' a nail straight into my hand

I've been workin' my life away