I have no other model but myself to play   I'm a man from birth, you won't turn me away   When I'm with you why do I feel this way?   You drive me wild and we mix the dark passions   How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?      What shall we call our game?   It needs a charming name   "Industry and spirit"   We'll go off if we get near it   These people need time off   I thought readers like to look   Tearing pages from the book   And we mix the dark passions   How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?   I think it's important that you spend some time   Make it in your prime      Something's come up, I hope I'm not too late   You see I'm feeling like a hero   But I'm not so great   I've tried writing it down   Walking it off, shouting it out   What am I talking about?   And we mix the dark passions   How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?   I think it's important that you spend some time   Make it in your prime      Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right?   Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart?   You can watch me as I slip   You can watch me as I slide   But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide   How can the labouring man find time for self-culture