Teksty: Special Duties. '77 In '82. They Don't Care About Me.

Five days a week in a factory
I can't take anymore it just ain't me
They say I'm lucky 'cos I've got a job
But I'm no better than the dole queue mob

And still they don't care about me
Yet I'm not earning no free money
And I don't get no press sympathy
But I won't take no charity

I go to bed late every night
I have to get up early it just ain't right
I've gotta be at work by 8am
For another eight hours of us and them