[Verse 1]
I know, it's wrong
A punk or a priest
Who works to eat
Must take donations or beg
[Verse 2]
I know, it's wrong
To do the three-eight
When all the kids would like
To become rockstars right away
[Chorus]
Worker, worker
Worker
I am a worker-punk
Like before there were
Worker-priests
[Verse 3]
I know it's strange
At night when it's dark
To get on my bicycle
To go to work
[Verse 4]
I know, I know, I know it's strange
At night in the tunnels
It should be hell
I feel myself growing wings
[Chorus]
Worker, worker
Worker
I am a worker-punk
Like before therе were
Worker-priеsts