Working For The Fat Man — текст песни (Escape Club)

every day is a Monday
in the house up on the hill
they`re taking out the windows
but we`re working up there still
till the sun goes down
you can hear the wheels go round
and I`ll slave away
saving all I can
till then I`m working
working for the fat man
looking out the window
as I dream any colored dreams
swaying to the rhythm
of the sound of the machines
till the sun goes down
you can hear the wheels go round
between you and me
I`ve taken all I can
but I`m still working
working for the fat man
I`m never going to work
I`m never going to work for that fat man again
but I`m stuck on the line
stuck on the line till I`m sixty-five
hey look out jack
going to break your back
and your face will sag
and your bones will crack
till they send you down
for a couple of years
in shadow town
living without breathing
isn`t everything it seems
swaying to the rhythm
of the sound of machines
till the sun goes down
you can hear the wheels go round
and I`ll slave away
saving all that I can
till then I`m working
working for the fat man