I work, hard all day And this is what I do: I swing a twelve pound sledge On a twelve man crew Matthew and John, survey a graceful arc While Mark grades the Earth, and Luke sets the Marks Andy, Phil, Pete, and Peter all lay the ties While Dan sets the rail, and Tom taps the spikes But me and Bartholemew, work for n***a's pay Swinging this sh**, All the Live Long Day And for what, you ask? Wherefore all this pain? So Jesus... can drive this f**ing train! I been disillusioned, and disenfranchised, all I got to say boss, is... "Pucker up." I've been, hard, working I've been, working hard! I've been contriving, your sweet demise!