I got troubles, I got troubles One day I'll leave behind This world they call the workhouse And I'll have done my time I'm chained into the city's life A prisoner in all but name Nothing changes, nothing gained And everyday the same Everyday I find some time (Monday) For cryin' to myself (Tuesday) For everything I left behind (Wednesday) For I have no one else (Thursday) Nobody knows my loneliness (Friday) Nobody cares for me (Saturday) Everyday is like the other days (Sunday) That's how we'll always be (In the workhouse, in the workhouse) Everyday is just the same In the workhouse, in the workhouse The weather is always rain We never leave the workhouse And life goes down the drain I'll escape for a few hours in my dreams But I'll wake up again Don't leave me any flowers No prayers or soft goodbyes I'll be leaving in a black box And be greeting golden skies And angels they will welcome me Take me to their heavenly hall But all roads lead to the workhouse Where we'll work until we fall (In the workhouse, in the workhouse) Everyday is just the same In the workhouse, in the workhouse The weather is always rain We never leave the workhouse And life goes down the drain I'll escape for a few hours in my dreams But I'll wake up again For hand to mouth goes on and on From birth until we die Then nobody knows our passing Or hears our last goodbye (In the workhouse, in the workhouse) Everyday is just the same In the workhouse, in the workhouse The weather is always rain We never leave the workhouse And life goes down the drain I'll escape for a few hours in my dreams But I'll I'll wake up again