While nat king cole sings "welcome to my world"
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
And its the force of habit
If it moves then you fuck it
If it doesnt move you stab it
And I thought I heard "the working mans blues"
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangmans noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything that she does
And doesnt know if she should tell him yes
Or let him go
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
Well its a dogs life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
Its enough to make you think right now
But you dont bother
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
Lets keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Though you know that its wrong
And theres still life in your body
But most of its leaving
Cant you give us all a break
Cant you stop breathing
And I thought I heard "the working mans blues"
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside theyre painting tar on somebody
Its the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights
