I see the clock is ticking like a needle in my skin I've been here for six hours, four more still left to bleed We don't have a fair agreement Underpaid and being belittled Inside just the desire to punch my boss's rested face But night is coming on, and the shift is over now Breaking away 'til Monday dawn After a whole life between steel and stone All the roads end in a pub that we call home Part of this structure since I was seventeen More work and less respect, every year feeling defeat We have always been seen as simple workers But you will drown in tears, if we disappear But night is coming on, and the shift is over now Breaking away 'til Monday dawn After a whole life between steel and stone All the roads end in a pub that we call home Stronger, proud to feel the rust in our hands We protect each other we are working class All our lives been told to obey and to be like tools Living in a system where we don't Own our blood, where we can be bought Trash is easier to take in the pub After a whole life between steel and stone All the roads end in a pub that we call home Stronger, proud to feel the rust in our hands We protect each other we are working class Come, you fellas, now it's time to let it go Time to be together, drink and carry on Come, you fellas, time to let it go Be together, drink and carry on