Gross Net The Indignity Of Labour Lyrics

Wake up to the dark and
Scream silently
Temples gnaw at the throb of the cold
You do not know for whom you bend
As you stoop
To collect the soap
In your work-head a mind control
I'll give nothing away

The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
Now do it for the pay

What a way to make a living
An eight hour locked-in body syndrome
The practice of smoking
Seems a good escape

Is there not something better
At which to aspire?
Is it to keep the wolf from the door
For which you perspire?

Dead-eyed and hiding in a toilet cubicle
Please, a moment more
These people make me nervous
With their blah-blah-blah

The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
Now do it for the pay

The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
The indignity of labour
Now do it for the pay