The Working Man

The Working Man Should have been born with a dorsal fin That was made to stand proud Only for time and oppression to cause it fail Oh, tilikum, we weep The working man is made to perform His painted smile so fake To please his masters, to earn his food Oh, tyke shot 80 times, we weep His fighting spirit tamed at the end of a payslip kept lashed to desk or lathe watching the time tick away Tatiana roared just once more, we weep Man was not made to dance for the man To count his blessing for heat and to eat To watch his time on earth deplete Oh, Stephen, you are the working man. I weep.