It's times like these I realise
That Dickens's model still applies
As I toil hard behind the scenes
Greasing the cogs of their machines
With blackened faces and half broke backs
From warehouse dirt and shifting stacks
We cough the dust up from our throats
and line their vaults with crisp new notes
I'm a dog and I work like one too
I'm a dog, a beast of burden for you
War drums beating gain
Back of the wagon 7am
Fifteen tonnes by 5pm
& again, & again
The mill owner he looks at me
& he don't like what he does see
Cos I'm far to high a price to pay
To shift the barrels from the loading bay
I'm a dog and I work like one too
I'm a dog, a beast of burden for you
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