Working every single week in this city
But daydreaming about better days and blackbirds
Time goes slowly somehow even backwards
This clock just goes so slowly
I think it's busted I don't trust it
I've been dying since I got here
What do I do all day?
Sometimes it is not clear
But work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't k** chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and it's not that tough
And I'm not breaking my neck, or my back, or my balls in the rough
Middle of the workday
I take a look in the mirror
Sweet Jesus, I think I see a gray hair
And can anybody please explain
Why when the work's all done
You've still got to stay there?
Just staring out the window
At all kinds of people
Having fun in the sun on the sidewalk
Who are they? Why aren't they working?
I'm here every single day, all day
Just working and working and working
‘Cause this particular week
Work's a bit of a wa*kfest
Saying you're welcome a lot
And coming up thankless
I just went out on a Tuesday
I'm starting to wish that I drank less
But work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't k** chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and it's not that tough
And I'm not breaking my neck, or my back, or my balls in the rough
Please don't let me tell you this is some kind of a tragedy
But I swear to God
This clock is trying to trick me
‘Cause how can a workday be so long and severe
When the rest of the day blows by so quickly?
Working every single week in this city
But daydreaming about better days and blackbirds
Time goes slowly somehow even backwards
But work's not bad and work's not hard
I don't k** chickens or break rocks in a yard
Work's not bad and it pays alright
And I can still go out drinking on Tuesday night
Still make it to work in the morning with that feeling in my head
And my throat all scratchy and my face a little bit red
But I know that the day does end and I will feel fine
And I'm not sleeping alone or waiting in a welfare line