He's not a number,
He is a man.
At the grindstone working all week,
Doing what he can.
And I know that times are hard,
Sometimes the outlook's bleak.
But battle on through.
To the end of the week.
Clock out tools down let's hit the town,
Clock out tools down let's hit the town,
Been through his whole life,
Living this way.
Never knowing what's coming next,
Just waiting on Friday.
But now it's up to him,
To finally make the change,
He needs to wake up,
Stop dreaming of payday.
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
And it's not that his life is wearing a little thin,
He's just waiting, for the weekend,
Where his life,
Means something to him.
Tell me,
Who looks out for the working man?
When your children are being taught
To earn as much as they possibly can.
And when you're locked in a cage it's hard to deviate,
From their plan,
And I don't know about you, but I've had,
As much as I can stand.
And it's not that his life is wearing a little thin,
He's just waiting, for the weekend,
Where his life,
Means something to him.
It's not that his weeks,
Don't have their perks,
Fry ups and mugs of tea,
Help him drag himself to work.
But he's one of millions,
That never asked for this.
So the question that, is on his mind,
'Is this all that this life is?'
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town,
Clock out, tools down, let's hit the town.