Working on the weekend, baby   She's working all through the night   A jump into the deep end gave her   the evidence she required   Takes five; she's got pearls   Don't fake it when it comes to making money   So she smiles. But that's cruel   If you know what she thinks   If you knew what she was after      Sometimes she wonders,   And she laughs in her frustration            Doctors of the revolution gave us   the medicine we desired   Besides being absolutely painless   It's a question of compromise   They got steel.   So cool to get angry at the weekend   and go back to school   So big deal; it's what rules   When it comes to making money,   Say yes, please; thank you      Sometimes you wonder, and ask yourself the question      Would someone please explain   The reason for this strange behaviour   In exploitation's name   We must be working for the Skin Trade      I know the answer, but I'm asking you the question.      Would someone please explain   The reason for this strange behaviour   In exploitation's name   We must be working for the Skin Trade