Anyone who could mix down the jumbled musical mess I sent his way ain't half bad~!
Lyrics
works not nothing but play
that we're playing all day
and with such little pay
you'll be broke and dying
work is something we do
till they tell us we're through
and they sell us for glue
and we're all complying
work your way to the grave
not a penny to save
but at least you behave
