And when you do this to yourself
Don't you realise that something that is so good
Is doing you a great disservice?
When you do this
Can't you see that there is something wrong
With you, with me

I never knew what I had to do
But I stood and stuck
By my machine
And I fulfilled the norm

I'm breathing fine again
The strike is over
Back to work
A drop of brandy
Never did the youth of yesterday much harm

It's terribly hard to get along
When the shame is such a burden
I cannot make it clearer than this
Shrapnel of a new train of thought
A couple of nights
And you're gone again