The Working Class Life Songtext
von Richard Clapton

Too many mornings
Caught me running behind time
On Mondays to Fridays
It′s just the same old grind
You know I think too much
And I keep losing touch
And I'm chained to the working-class life

God save our country
God save the Queen
You see, God looks after everyone
But he ain′t got time for me
Seems like my life is just a-full of trouble
Trouble and strife
And I'm chained to the working-class life (working-class life)


The landlord owns apartment blocks
He buys them by the score
And even if he bought this town
He'd still lust after more
Sure, I know he′s doing fine
But I ain′t that enterprising
'Cause I′m chained to the working-class life (working-class life)

God save the country
God save the Queen
And God looks after everyone
But he ain't got time for me
Seems like my life is just trouble
Trouble and strife
And I′m chained to the working-class life (working-class life)

Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Working-class life

God save the country
God save the Queen
You see, God looks after everyone
But he ain't got time for me
Hear me talkin′ to ya, hear me talkin' to ya about this trouble
Trouble, trouble and strife
I'm chained to the working-class life (working-class life)


God saves the country
God saves the Queen
You see, God looks after everyone
But he ain′t got time for me
Hear me talkin′, hear me talkin' to ya about this trouble
All this trouble and strife
And I′m chained to the working-class life (working-class life)