I work so hard trying to make a few buck
  I pass the hours in a dream
  The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
  There's only one thing keeps me on my feet
  
  BRIDGE
  I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory
  I may be hunched over metal machines
  Watching the gears as they move
  just reminds me
  of bodies in motion
  The sweat and the sound
  
  CHORUS
  Wild sex in the working class
  After five it's a gas
  Wild sex in the working class
  Counting minutes gonna get home fast
  
  Thinking of your warm skin
  While I touch cold steel
  The days go by to the pounding beat
  My back is aching so bad
  But I'm grinning inside
  Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
  
  BRIDGE
  
  CHORUS
  I work so hard I'm thinking of you
  I work so hard but I'm thinking of you
  I work so hard