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