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Crazy ringing in my head

Soft and warm is my bed

But the world is cruel and hard

I'm always playing the losing card

I take my car and get on my way

To the eight hours madmen play

For so many years the same

I'll never play the rich man's game

Another working class day

For a working class man

It looks like a replay

Cause I'm a working class man

Sleepy and shivering I drive my car

With the shining moon

And a twinkling star

That guides me on my way

To another lousy day