The working man is in my head now
  cause in this world we're all together
  trapped in a world he never made
  it's a steel and concrete place - that lasts forever
  and no one smiles - it's the working class
  who's got time for sympathy?
  he sees reality, it makes him close his eyes
  wakes up in the morning and he feels cold
  makes the commute to a faraway place
  but in his head he's even further away
  and no one smiles - it's the working class
  who's got time for courtesy?
  for every working man who earns a working wage
  who's gonna set us free?
  the working man is in my head
  in this world we're all together
  remembering a girl he loved
  now he knows she's gone for good
  for him everyday is just a cycle
  gets home at night, turns on the color t.v.
  staring at programs set in faraway lands
  but the gray world outside his window is all he can see
  and no one smiles - it's the working class
  who's got time for courtesy?
  for every working man who earns a working wage
  who's gonna set us free?
  well if you've got a scream inside you better shout it before the real world takes your breath away
  ideals die fast now if you let them
  but where's the future in another factory day?
  it's easy to say it
  it's harder to live it
  but look around and choose
  remember he's like you