Work is Work

This town is over, It fell into the sea All the rich folks come Vacationing Where the clown's laughing At his own joke At his wounded pecker And his tortured throat Haul the ashes, fire the clay Love grew ten feet tall In the time you were away Did you heed the call? Were you led astray? Work is work Or it wouldn't pay A bitter morning The sun is dope sick And all the world is Tied off for its fix At the casino Where all the scene girls Say they don't mind Turnin' tricks Haul the ashes, fire the clay Love grew ten feet tall In the time you were away Did you heed the call? Were you led astray? Work is work Or it wouldn't pay Eye of the needle Wide as the steeple Cash and heaven Are inbred friends Your mother's suffering That came to nothing You never asked to be Born again But skin is thin and thought is silken Reluctant pilgrim, your blood is milk and The worm is turning, so happy in his burning Unknowing, impermanent And spitting gold Haul the ashes, fire the clay Love grew ten feet tall In the time you were away Did you heed the call? Were you led astray? Work is work or it wouldn't pay Work is work or it wouldn't pay