Five days a week in a factory I can't take anymore it just ain't me They say I'm lucky 'cos I've got a job But I'm no better than the dole queue mob And still they don't care about me Yet I'm not earning no free money And I don't get no press sympathy But I won't take no charity I go to bed late every night I have to get up early it just ain't right I've gotta be at work by 8am For another eight hours of us and them