Worker’s Playtime

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Washed up, pockets bare
No future, going nowhere
Each day goes by the same
You want a job so bad it hurts
But everyday they drag you in the dirt
While papers tell you it's really you to blame

Worker's Playtime, it's a holiday
Worker's Playtime, each and every day
The World was your oyster
But now the street's your prison

They tell you you should be content
If you can manage to pay the rent
They tell you that it's best for all
That the lame ducks should go to the wall

So once a week from the end of school
Down town to join the queue
Faces leer as you stand against the wall
They sneer and they call you scum
They might as well be blind, deaf and dumb
For all they know where next time the axe may fall

Worker's Playtime, it's a holiday
Worker's Playtime, each and every day
The World was your oyster
But now the street's your prison

Hey you behind the glass
Don't I know you from my past
Well I suppose there's nothing to say
You might as well be a million miles away

Nothing to say and nothing to do
And no money to do it with too
How much can one man stand?
No helping hand to lend
Not a smile from your oldest friend
'Cause divide and rule is the law of the land

Worker's Playtime, it's a holiday
Worker's Playtime, each and every day
The World was your oyster
But now the street's your prison