Day by day ... Whistle while you work ... Our

backs are breaking ... Up from hollow earth ...

From end to end ... The noise begins ... In the

human battle stations ... And the big one's

coming in



Work, work, work, work ... Work till holes are

filled ... Work, work, work, work ... Bags of

bone and skin ... Lovers hold hands ... Tossing

their heads ... Tangled in hair ... Tied to earth

... With skin and glue



But their skin is the same as yours

Coming in for the world to see

They can sit at the table, too

The same blood as you and me



Speak very softly .. Hold my hand ... Someone is

sleeping ... In my bed ... Priests pass by ...

Worms crawl in ... One dreams to be ... One dream

for all



His skin is the same as yours

Is he not made the same as you?

And some have fallen down

And blood spilled on the ground



Work, work,work

Till his life is done



The old man .. Is at our door ... And he's

knocking ... knocking ... As his neighbors weep

... Each day repeats ... Are we nothing in your

eyes? ... Someone answer, someone answer ... This

rusted garden gate ... Can barely even stand ...

Their work is over now ... And rest will be at

hand



Is their skin not the same as yours?

Can they sit at the table to drink

Cool water

Cool water



And his lungs are filled with rain...

And the water's rushing in