Life Of Work

Riding in the saddle, henchmen at your side Holy macaroni, hose you on your back And the bystanders just stand there like oysters on a shelf In the world of work your rivals, that you have yet to meet And quite a bunch they are in the morning sun With blinking eyes the worthless stands In readiness for transport to the battleground There's dirty work ahead of them and quite a bunch they are What do you do with a life of work What do you do with a life of work What do you do with a life of work Face it in the morning, face it in the morning And the parting of the ways and the interrupted mirth And the shock that has to come because of what you want Compared to what you've got Meet it squarely and it only hurts when it hurts Life of work, early in the morning