Eight a.m., the start of the day shift
Could be worse, I suppose
By five p.m., the end of the day shift
I’ll regret the earlier phrase I chose

Nobility lay in hard working hand’s
What you give is what you surely receive
But as I arrive
Punch the clock, sign in
Dignity’s the first to leave
Dignity’s the first to leave

Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Time to rise up, raise your voice, realise
Solidarity of thought and deed are powerful
The Class War’s real, not mythologised

Ten thousand rule’s all in isolation
Don’t you realise what they all add up to?
I’m beginning to get a tad bored
Of being told what I can and can’t do

Nobility lay in hard working hand’s
What you give is what you surely receive
But as I arrive
Punch the clock, sign in
Dignity’s the first to leave
Dignity’s the first to leave

Doesn’t mean you should, just because you can
The biggest corporate crime’s the fleecing of the hard working man

Doesn’t mean you should, just because you can
The biggest corporate crime’s the fleecing of the hard working man

Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age