I have no other model but myself to play

I'm a man from birth, you won't turn me away

When I'm with you why do I feel this way?

You drive me wild and we mix the dark passions

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?



What shall we call our game?

It needs a charming name

"Industry and spirit"

We'll go off if we get near it

These people need time off

I thought readers like to look

Tearing pages from the book

And we mix the dark passions

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?

I think it's important that you spend some time

Make it in your prime



Something's come up, I hope I'm not too late

You see I'm feeling like a hero

But I'm not so great

I've tried writing it down

Walking it off, shouting it out

What am I talking about?

And we mix the dark passions

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?

I think it's important that you spend some time

Make it in your prime



Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right?

Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart?

You can watch me as I slip

You can watch me as I slide

But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?