Working Too Much

I'm always tired And it's always the same I pick up a wage But I'm dead in the brain I'm making ends meet But it comes at a cost I'm paying the rent But it comes to a loss Work You're working too much You're working too much You're working too much And it kills you Sweat You're breaking a sweat Yeah that's what you get You're breaking a sweat And it kills you dead My waking life Passes by in a daze I go to my boss And I'll beg for a raise An annual check Tells me what I am worth Retirement plans Then I'm laid in the dirt Work You're working too much You're working too much You're working too much And it kills you Sweat You're breaking a sweat Yeah that's what you get You're breaking a sweat And it kills you dead Ba dap ba ba Work You're working too much And it kills you Sweat You're breaking a sweat and it kills you Work you're working too much and it kills you Sweat You're breaking a sweat and it kills you (cont.) Picture Leon Trotsky Alone in his Istanbul exile The fate of Western Civilisation dangling off the tip of his pen He died for our sins Workers of the world unite All you have left to lose are your chains Work You're working too much You're working too much You're working too much And it kills you Sweat You're breaking a sweat Yeah that's what you get You're breaking a sweat And it kills you dead