Workers (feat. Frances Quinlan)

The workers all agree

The kids are getting weak

So they're putting cracks in all the ceilings and filling rooftops with

South American rainwater so those who cannot swim will have their backs broken

In by the straining eyes of those who work until they'll die

Do you have any work for me?

I need something to take my mind off of things

I need a job

I'm feeling robbed

Oh I see the sun, I see the sun

It's over my shoulder

The mothers all agree

Making babies ain't what it used to be, now they've

Decided to stop giving birth

It ain't worth it

The world's overpopulated anyway

So no more birthdays

Don't you wonder why she won't look you in the eye

Do you, do you have a family for me?

I need something to help with what's been ailing me

I need a wife, oh

I need, I need another life

Do you, do you have a house for me? I need

Something big, I can hide from myself in

I, I need a wall so I can't see anything at all

Oh, I see the sun, I see the sun, it's over my shoulder

See the sun, I see the sun, it's over my shoulder, see the sun, see the sun over my shoulder

We're gonna walk, we'll have to walk, getting a little colder

See the sun, I see the sun, it's over my shoulder, see the sun, see the sun

Over my shoulder, why did she run, she had to run

I could hardly hold her

See the sun, I see the sun, it's over my shoulder

I see the sun

Oh, but you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up

But you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up

You gotta give it up, you gotta give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up

You gotta give it up, you gotta give it up