Workhouse Blues

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 this city's life

A prisoner in all but name

Nothing changes, nothing gained

And every day the same

Every day I find some time

For crying to myself

For everything I left behind

For I have no one else

Nobody knows my loneliness

Nobody cares for me

Every day is like the other day

That's how we'll always be

In the workhouse, in the workhouse

Every day 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 home

But all roads lead to the workhouse

Where we'll work until we fall

In the workhouse, in the workhouse

Every day 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

Every day 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