Day by day ... Whistle while you work ... Our
   backs are breaking ... Up from hollow earth ...
   From end to end ... The noise begins ... In the
   human battle stations ... And the big one's
   coming in
  
   Work, work, work, work ... Work till holes are
   filled ... Work, work, work, work ... Bags of
   bone and skin ... Lovers hold hands ... Tossing
   their heads ... Tangled in hair ... Tied to earth
   ... With skin and glue
  
   But their skin is the same as yours
   Coming in for the world to see
   They can sit at the table, too
   The same blood as you and me
  
   Speak very softly .. Hold my hand ... Someone is
   sleeping ... In my bed ... Priests pass by ...
   Worms crawl in ... One dreams to be ... One dream
   for all
   His skin is the same as yours
   Is he not made the same as you?
   And some have fallen down
   And blood spilled on the ground
  
   Work, work,work
   Till his life is doneu
   The old man .. Is at our door ... And he's
   knocking ... knocking ... As his neighbors weep
   ... Each day repeats ... Are we nothing in your
   eyes? ... Someone answer, someone answer ... This
   rusted garden gate ... Can barely even stand ...
   Their work is over now ... And rest will be at
   hand
  
   Is their skin not the same as yours?
   Can they sit at the table to drink
   Cool water
   Cool wateru
   And his lungs are filled with rain...
   And the water's rushing in...