Average Working Man 가사

Uh-oh! Young man on slum dog street All week worked flesh to bone To see the evening show Up in the slum dog seats So sick of the front row He's God's message to the high-class folk You're not flying high, your sky is low Like making angels out of crows Look out! It's your average working man! Uh-oh! Locked up on slum dog row Somehow he feels more free They ask how this should be He tells them, I felt like a wrong note When no one's listening (when no one's listening!) I made my master piece (now you're the ones out of key!) Tired of getting by on your pills and dope While you're getting high on my bills and loans Look out! It's your average working man! Uh-oh! Ah, he's a hero inside of his head Loaded up on the words that they said Ammunitional thoughts to lay dead, dead, dead! Uh-oh! I am the prodigal son, the fucking chosen one Of all the never-beens, the never-wills, the no-ones Lost ones will be forgiven by all the underlivings I'm just a whore for the working class villains Sincerely, your average working man! Uh-oh! I'm just your average working man! Uh-oh!