Eight hours a day
Forty hours a week
Couldn't get much worse
You might die in your sleep
Surrounded by stiffs
Rigor-mortised sheep
Waiting for you to break
To collapse in a heap
I'm so
I'm so, sorry
You got so
You got so clean
Get up, start a war
Right now
Get up, start a war
Right now
Eight hours a day
Forty hours a week
Couldn't get much worse
You might die in your sleep
I'm so
I'm so, sorry
You got so
You got so clean
Get up, start a war
Right now
Get up, start a war
Right now
Get up, start a war
Right now
One, two, three, four
