Life of Work

[Verse]
Riding in the saddle, henchman at your side
Holy macaroni, throws you on your back
And the bystanders just stand there like oysters on a shell
In the world of work, you've rivals
That you have yet to meet

[Verse]
And quite a bunch they are in the morning fog
With blinking eyes, your work for stands
In readiness for transport to the battleground
There's dirty work ahead of them
And quite a bunch they are

[Bridge]
What do you do with a life of work?
What do you do with a life of work?
What do you do with a life of work?
Face it in the morning, face it in the morning

[Verse]
And the parting of the ways and the interrupted mirth
And the shock that has to come because of what you want
Compared to what you've got
Meet it squarely and it only hurts when it hurts
Life of work, early in the morning