Looking over ashtrays All filled with another days' work Staring out the window Where the crowd crawls in a paper world Like a dream that never ends Can't go away And people loose their common sense To be the best in difference Where people hide behind an iron fence With a doggyboard that says Make my day Make my day Sometimes the change is too fast Another note,another memo Another waits to take your place All you see are shadows No one shows the face behind the face Another waits to take your place And all you do is working overtime You can't go away And all you do is working overtime The choice ain't exactly yours or mine You better be there all your life Cos they'll find the knife To cut your pension rights Looking over ashtrays Empty again and clean and you consider To jump from the top of the stairs Cos all you do is working overtime You can't go away And all you do is working overtime The choice ain't exactly yours or mine Is it gonna be all your life That nothing ever makes your day And you stay And you say Would you believe that they don't even know your birthday Would you believe it gets worse every day They make you believe this is all they can do They make you believe this is all they can be anyway And all you do is working overtime Then you'll know when the night turns to day And you pray You gonna be there as the night turns to day Turns to day