Words and music: lou reed & john cale      Andy was a catholic, the ethic ran through his bones   He lived alone with his mother, collecting gossip and toys   Every sunday when he went to church   He'd kneel in his pew and say, "it's just work,   All that matters is work."      He was a lot of things, what I remember most   He'd say, "i've got to bring home the bacon, someone's got to bring home the roast."   He'd get to the factory early   If you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out   It's just work, the most important thing is work   No matter what I did it never seemed enough   He said I was lazy, I said I was young   He said, "how many songs did you write? "   I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "ten."   "you won't be young forever   You should have written fifteen"   It's work, the most important thing is work   It's work, the most important thing is work      "you ought to make things big   People like it that way   And the songs with the dirty words - record them that way"   Andy liked to stir up trouble, he was funny that way   He said, "it's just work, all that matters is work"   Andy sat down to talk one day   He said decide what you want   Do you want to expand your parameters   Or play museums like some dilettante   I fired him on the spot, he got red and called me a rat   It was the worst word that he could think of   And I've never seen him like that   It's just work, I thought he said it's just work   Work, he said it's just work      Andy said a lot of things, I stored them all away in my head   Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do   I think what would andy have said   He'd probably say you think too much   That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do   It's work, the most important thing is work   Work, the most important thing is work