The working man is in my head now cause in this world we're all together trapped in a world he never made it's a steel and concrete place - that lasts forever and no one smiles - it's the working class who's got time for sympathy? he sees reality, it makes him close his eyes wakes up in the morning and he feels cold makes the commute to a faraway place but in his head he's even further away and no one smiles - it's the working class who's got time for courtesy? for every working man who earns a working wage who's gonna set us free? the working man is in my head in this world we're all together remembering a girl he loved now he knows she's gone for good for him everyday is just a cycle gets home at night, turns on the color t.v. staring at programs set in faraway lands but the gray world outside his window is all he can see and no one smiles - it's the working class who's got time for courtesy? for every working man who earns a working wage who's gonna set us free? well if you've got a scream inside you better shout it before the real world takes your breath away ideals die fast now if you let them but where's the future in another factory day? it's easy to say it it's harder to live it but look around and choose remember he's like you