Working For The Fatman Lyrics - Singles - Escape Club

Every day is 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 workin', I'm workin' for the fat man 

Looking out the window 

As I dream my 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, I'm working for the fat man 

I'm never gonna work 

I'm never gonna work for that 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 

Things will fall 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 the machines 

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, I'm working for the fat man 

Till then I'm working, I'm working for the fat man