Work — текст песни (Leo Sayer)

five days out of seveneight hours of every oneI`m tryin` to buy a piece of heavenbut I`ll be gonebefore that heaven comes
work, work, workwho nees it?it`s all I ever seem to doI`m killin` myself for a livin`livin` the workin` man`s blues
minute to minuteday after daywherever I go it`s always the sameI work a little longerto make up my paybut when the cheque comes alongthey`ve taken half of it away
all the work, work, workwho nees it?all I ever seem to doyou know I`m killin` myself for a livin`I should be stayin` at home with youcity to cityall over the worldwherever I been to -- that`s all I ever heard
you work a little longerto double up on that paywhen the taxman comes alongthey take half of it away
work, work, workwho nees it?it`s all I ever seem to doI`m killin`, killin` time for a livin`livin` the workin` man`s blues
yeah, it`s all work! work! work! work!that`s all it iskillin` myself for a livin`like drivin` a nail straight into my handI`ve been workin` my life away