While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"    You request some song you hate you sentimental fool    And it's the force of habit    If it moves then you fuck it    If it doesn't move you stab it    And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"    He went out to work that night and wasted his breath    Outside there was a public execution    Inside he died a thousand deaths       And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they put him in a suit of lights       In the perforated first editions    Where they advocate the hangman's noose    Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess    Her uncouth escort looking down her dress       Anyway they say that she wears the trousers    And learnt everything that she does    And doesn't know if she should tell him yes    Or let him go       And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they put him in a suit of lights       Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar    It's enough to make you think right now    But you don't bother    For goodness sake as you cry and shake    Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong    And think of all the pleasure that it brings    Though you know that it's wrong       And there's still life in your body    But most of it's leaving    Can't you give us all a break    Can't you stop breathing       And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"    I went to work that night and wasted my breath    Outside they're painting tar on somebody    It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be       And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground    And they put him in a suit of lights    And they put him in a suit of lights