The Apples In Stereo - Time For Bed/I Know You'll Do Well lyrics

Holy Cow How Can The Labouring Man Find Time For Self-Cultu I have no other model but myself to play I'm a man from birth, you won't turn me away When I'm with you why do I feel this way? You drive me wild and we mix the dark pa**ions How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? What shall we call our game? It needs a charming name "Industry and spirit" We'll go off if we get near it These people need time off I thought readers like to look Tearing pages from the book And we mix the dark pa**ions How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? I think it's important that you spend some time Make it in your prime Something's come up, I hope I'm not too late You see I'm feeling like a hero But I'm not so great I've tried writing it down Walking it off, shouting it out What am I talking about? And we mix the dark pa**ions How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? I think it's important that you spend some time Make it in your prime Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right? Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart? You can watch me as I slip You can watch me as I slide But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? Holy Cow How Can The Labouring Man Find Time For Self-Cultu