Workerboy
killing cats in the basement
where your home is and will be
guting fish in passing
like your life is and will be
eating flesh in the night
where you´re wicked and will be
sweet dreams are gone there are none
a man without joy the irrational workerboy
insult friends at the weekend
where you´re a worker and will be
keep your children busy in the garden
where the carcass will be
always the same in your mind
where your sorrows will be
sweet dreams are gone there are none
a man without joy the irrational work
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