You got nothin' for dinner
and your rent is late
You're even out of alcohol
Now ain't that great
Your musical equipment
It buys you no bread
Stacked in the closet with the songs on your head
CHORUS
Go to work Go to work
Boy if you ever want to pay your bills
You go to work
Go to work Go to work
Son if you're ever gonna make it to the top
You go to work
Repeat Chorus
There's a lotta hungry sharks
Out there in the sea
They're all payin' money
For what oughta be free
You're out on the street
And you're damn cold
To you the whole planet has already been sold
Repeat Chorus
