The Working Class Life Songtext

von Richard Clapton

Too many mornings
Caught me running behind time
Mondays to Fridays
It's just the same old grind

You know I think too much
And I keep losing touch
I'm chained to the working class life

God save the country
God save the Queen
And God looks after everyone
But He's got no time for me

Seems like my life is just trouble
Trouble and strife
'Cause I'm chained to the working class life

The landlord owns apartment blocks
He buys them by the score
But even if he bought this town
He'd still lust after more

Sure I know he's doing fine
But I ain't that enterprising
'Cause I'm chained to the working class life