What ya gonna do when the money runs out?
What ya gonna do when the bank gives a shout?
Working all your life on the brief case train
Then you find out there’s nothing to gain
A mortgage and a wife and a little kid
The boss says son I want your head
Filling in your time sheets, drinking at the bar
Seems like everyone’s made your bed
It’s your life, it’s your life
You’ve gotta fight for what’s right
Stand up and hold your ground
Before you are taken over
Like the passing shadow clouds
The light grows dim and feels, colder
Better beware cause the money man’s about
He wants your share and he doesn’t care
Coming through the letter box and telephone
Gotta get out before he gets you alone
My head spinning around, amusement arcades
Levers pulling and a clattering sound
Everyone’s living a lottery life
Lucky numbers and Mystic Meg
Have you seen the stars shining late at night
The blue of the day and the sun shining bright
Funny you forget with your head in the sand
The chain gang life of a working man
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and a deeper in debt
Peter don’t you call cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

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