| Riding in the saddle, henchmen at your side
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| Holy macaroni, hose you on your back
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| And the bystanders just stand there like oysters on a shelf
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| In the world of work your rivals, that you have yet to meet
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| And quite a bunch they are in the morning sun
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| With blinking eyes the worthless stands
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| In readiness for transport to the battleground
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| There’s dirty work ahead of them and quite a bunch they are
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| What do you do with a life of work?
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| What do you do with a life of work?
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| What do you do with a life of work?
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| Face it in the morning, face it in the morning
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| And the parting of the ways and the interrupted mirth
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| And the shock that has to come because of what you want
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| Compared to what you’ve got
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| Meet it squarely and it only hurts when it hurts
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| Life of work, early in the morning |