Exhausted men of working class
Are you satisfied
Each late night you're about to get in bed
With a stranger calling herself your wife
Just to get up before the sun's tired eyes
Never having a moment of letting go
The hopelessness of fast running life
Clutching in your tiny beaten hearts
The poverty of unfinished childhood
Mixing need with burning hate
Anger with weakness and cheap drugs
You run but this boat is slowly sinking
And kids are hungry cold unloved weeping
Kind words cannot find suitable soil
To be planted in their parents' mind
When nothing's sown nothing blooms
Bringing only destruction to own kind
Only helplessness in moonlit little rooms
Exhausted men of working class
Are you feeling satisfied ?
Or are you so lifeless and indifferent
That you've become dead inside ?