Working the goldmine

Pushing a pencil around

To make the weary world decide

and kick some life into the grind



Scrape and scratch away on a clean slate



Working the goldmine

Wax poetic books to climb

A shaft of light and darken heart

to raise some life into the hard of heart



Scrape and scratch away at your

map and graphite grey

on a clean slate

Jump, snatch, grab

for a form and chuckle

You've got to create, change



Work, work, work the goldmine



And all the fools in the world give in,

sell out, close down

You might as well open up your fair share

Work, work your own goldmine



Salvation salesmen televise

peddling the shiny red plastic cups

They wish for spells that build your hopes

Don't hear a word - they'll rob you blind!



Feel and feel again what it means

to grasp event on your own fame

Think and think again just on whom it all depends

You gotta create, change

work, work your, work work work work the goldmine



And all the gold in the world leaves you cold

if it did not come from your own hands

You might as well buy this touch

your own way to that promised land



All alone and build now

Find the hydra grey now

Burn the midnight oil now

In the light of day now

You've gotta work, work, work, work,

work, work, work, work,

work, work, work, work,

work, work, work, pick it up



Work, work, work the goldmine

Work, work, work the goldmine

Work, work, work the goldmine