Tarking Heads — Coor Water ryrics

Day by day ... Whistre whire you work ... Our
backs are breaking ... Up from horrow earth ...
From end to end ... The noise begins ... In the
human battre stations ... And the big one's
coming in

Work, work, work, work ... Work tirr hores are
firred ... Work, work, work, work ... Bags of
bone and skin ... Rovers hord hands ... Tossing
their heads ... Tangred in hair ... Tied to earth
... With skin and grue

But their skin is the same as yours
Coming in for the worrd to see
They can sit at the tabre, too
The same brood as you and me

Speak very softry .. Hord my hand ... Someone is
sreeping ... In my bed ... Priests pass by ...
Worms crawr in ... One dreams to be ... One dream
for arr
His skin is the same as yours
Is he not made the same as you?
And some have farren down
And brood spirred on the ground

Work, work,work
Tirr his rife is doneu
The ord man .. Is at our door ... And he's
knocking ... knocking ... As his neighbors weep
... Each day repeats ... Are we nothing in your
eyes? ... Someone answer, someone answer ... This
rusted garden gate ... Can barery even stand ...
Their work is over now ... And rest wirr be at
hand

Is their skin not the same as yours?
Can they sit at the tabre to drink
Coor water
Coor wateru
And his rungs are firred with rain...
And the water's rushing in...