Working every single week in this city,
But daydreaming about better days and blackbirds.
Time goes slowly somehow even backwards.

This clock just goes so slowly,
I think it's busted I don't trust it,
I've been dying since I got here,
What do I do all day?
Sometimes it is not clear.

But work's not bad and work's not hard,
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard,
Work's not bad and it's not that tough,
And I'm not breaking my neck, or my back, or my balls in the rough.

Middle of the workday,
I take a look in the mirror,
Sweet Jesus, I think I see a gray hair,
And can anybody please explain,
Why when the work's all done,
You've still got to stay there?
Just staring out the window,
At all kinds of people,
Having fun in the sun on the sidewalk,
Who are they? Why aren't they working?
I'm here every single day, all day,
Just working and working and working.

‘Cause this particular week,
Work's a bit of a wankfest,
Saying you're welcome a lot,
And coming up thankless,
I just went out on a Tuesday,
I'm starting to wish that I drank less.

But work's not bad and work's not hard,
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard,
Work's not bad and it's not that tough,
And I'm not breaking my neck, or my back, or my balls in the rough.

Please don't let me tell you this is some kind of a tragedy,
But I swear to God,
This clock is trying to trick me,
‘Cause how can a workday be so long and severe,
When the rest of the day blows by so quickly?

Working every single week in this city,
But daydreaming about better days and blackbirds,
Time goes slowly somehow even backwards.

But work's not bad and work's not hard,
I don't kill chickens or break rocks in a yard,
Work's not bad and it pays alright,
And I can still go out drinking on Tuesday night,
Still make it to work in the morning with that feeling in my head,
And my throat all scratchy and my face a little bit red,
But I know that the day does end and I will feel fine,
And I'm not sleeping alone or waiting in a welfare line.