Frances Quinlan
Workers
Here we go

The workers all agree
The kids are getting weak
So they bring cracks and all the ceilings
Are filling rooftops with South American rainwater so
Those who cannot swim will have their
Backs broken in by the
Straining eyes of those who work until they'll die

Do ya', do ya have any work for me?
I need something to take my mind off of these eyes
I need a job, oh I, I'm feeling robbed

Oh I see the sun, I see the sun soak on my shoulders

The mothers all agree
Making babies ain't what it used to be
Now they, they have decided to stop giving birth, it ain't worth it
The world's overpopulated anyway, so no more birthdays
Don't you wonder why she doesn't look you in the eye

Do ya, do ya have a family for me?
I need something to help with what's been anglin' at me(?)
I, I need a wife, oh I, I need another life

Do ya, do ya have a house for me?
I need something big I can hide from myself in, I
I need a wall
So I can't see anything at all

Oh, I
See the sun, I see the sun soak in my shoulders
I see the sun, I see the sun it's over
My shoulder, I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder
Now I have to run later on when its colder
I see the sun, I see the sun it's over
My shoulder, I see the sun, I see the sun over my shoulder
When she runs - she had to run - I could hardly hold her
See the sun, I see the sun, it's over
My shoulder, I see the sun
Oh, but you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
But you gotta give it up, you gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
But you gotta give it up, gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
But you gotta give it up... give it, ahh-ah-ah-a-up

(Woo!)