While Nat King Cole sings, 'Welcome To My World'
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
And it's the force of habit, if it moves then you ***k it
If it doesn't move you stab it

And I thought I heard, 'The Working Man Blues'
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress

Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything that she does
And doesn't know if she should tell him
Yes or let him go

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

Well, it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you think right now
But you don't bother

For goodness sake as you cry and shake
Let's keep your face down in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Though you know that it's wrong

And there's still life in your body
But most of it's leaving
Can't you give us all a break?
Can't you stop breathing?

And I thought I heard, 'The Working Man's Blues'
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
It's the closest to work are but they will never be

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights