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(Workingmans dead)

The workingmans dead! He's a thing of our past.
Though his handcrafted world continues to last.

A middle class hero has taken his place.
It all adds to zero just look at his face.

Your born in an instant and you die in a day.
No need for repairs, it's all thrown away.

There's projects to manage, there's futures to plan.
The work can't get started, there's no one who can.

The workingmans dead he served us so well.
The foundation he built us we turned into hell.