Working Man Blues 歌词

Day in, day out Working like a slave Punching the clock Shit-eating grin on his face There will be a day He said to himself That the tide will turn And I'll be the one Serving the coldest plates Hatred builds up inside Fills his heart with rage Set controls to annihilate Time for revenge has arrived Little did I know He pondered as he raised his hand That it would begin like this But as his fist went down Again and again He knew for sure How it was going to end