Day by day ... Whistle while you work ... Our backs are breaking ... Up from hollow earth ... From end to end ... The noise begins ... In the human battle stations ... And the big one's coming in
Work, work, work, work ... Work till holes are filled ... Work, work, work, work ... Bags of bone and skin ... Lovers hold hands ... Tossing their heads ... Tangled in hair ... Tied to earth ... With skin and glue
But their skin is the same as yours Coming in for the world to see They can sit at the table, too The same blood as you and me
Speak very softly .. Hold my hand ... Someone is sleeping ... In my bed ... Priests pass by ... Worms crawl in ... One dreams to be ... One dream for all His skin is the same as yours Is he not made the same as you? And some have fallen down And blood spilled on the ground
Work, work,work Till his life is doneu The old man .. Is at our door ... And he's knocking ... knocking ... As his neighbors weep ... Each day repeats ... Are we nothing in your eyes? ... Someone answer, someone answer ... This rusted garden gate ... Can barely even stand ... Their work is over now ... And rest will be at hand
Is their skin not the same as yours? Can they sit at the table to drink Cool water Cool wateru And his lungs are filled with rain... And the water's rushing in...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
