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 $#&@ it
If it doesn't move you stab it
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's 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 you 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 a work of art that they will ever 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