I work so hard trying to make a few buck I pass the hours in a dream The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose There's only one thing keeps me on my feet
Bridge I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory I may be hunched over metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me Of bodies in motion The sweat and the sound
Chorus Wild sex in the working class After five it's a gas Wild sex in the working class Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin While I touch cold steel The days go by to the pounding beat My back is aching so bad But I'm grinning inside Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
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Chorus I work so hard I'm thinking of you I work so hard but I'm thinking of you I work so hard
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