The Workers Lyrics

The Workers

Johnny toils all days by emptying all the bins

Pete connects the wires for the necessary grid

Moon does the dishes, while Ali changes tires

And Sunny

Sunny, she just quits

They don't talk much

They don't earn much

Indispensable

On the edge of a knife

You hardly see them

I wish to hear from them

The workers of our way of life

Beth mops your office floor and cleanses toilets

With Mo and Larry they fix it during the nights

The woman behind the register, her name is Mary

And Sunny

Sunny knows her rights

They want no pity

They earn respect

The anger of impotence

Is close to erect

They need the money

So pay them fair

They work their ass of

With the courage of despair

Sue minds the children, so the mrs can do her thing

She makes up four family homes, one way or an other

The trolleys of the mall are cleaned in line by Pol

And Sunny

Sunny wants to be a mother

They don't talk much

They don't earn much

Indispensable

On the edge of a knife

You hardly see them

I wish to hear from them

The workers on our way of life

You hardly see them

I wish to hear from them

The workers of our way of life