Working For The Fat Man Lyrics - Singles - Escape Club

every day is a Monday 

in the house up on the hill 

they're taking out the windows 

but we're working up there still 

till the sun goes down 

you can hear the wheels go round 

and I'll slave away 

saving all I can 

till then I'm working 

working for the fat man 

looking out the window 

as I dream any colored dreams 

swaying to the rhythm 

of the sound of the machines 

till the sun goes down 

you can hear the wheels go round 

between you and me 

I've taken all I can 

but I'm still working 

working for the fat man 

I'm never going to work 

I'm never going to work for that fat man again 

but I'm stuck on the line 

stuck on the line till I'm sixty-five 

hey look out jack 

going to break your back 

and your face will sag 

and your bones will crack 

till they send you down 

for a couple of years 

in shadow town 

living without breathing 

isn't everything it seems 

swaying to the rhythm 

of the sound of machines 

till the sun goes down 

you can hear the wheels go round 

and I'll slave away 

saving all that I can 

till then I'm working 

working for the fat man