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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