Working Man by The Book Club Lyrics

He's a working man
And he's an angel
He's gonna clear the social webs inside of him
He's gonna do a shit
He's got a working hand
He smokes a cigarette
He's got to be a plot twist

Tonight he sleeps as he's clenching his fist
He sees the sunlight coming through the blankety mist
He sees the sunlight coming through the-

He draws his pattern in the phone
He locks the screen again
He's taking niacin and omega-3
It helps with brain fog
He's feeling pretty unemployed
His mum is nagging him
He's feeling pretty fucking pissed

Tonight he sleeps as he's clenching his fist
He sees the sunlight coming through the blankety mist
He sees the sunlight coming through the blankety mist
Ooooooh x2
Aaaaaaah

He makes the silliest of songs
And now he wants to die
He slaps himself across the face to prove a point
His mental health declines
Well he's a working man
And he's a martyr
He's got a working hand
Tonight he sleeps as he's clenching his fist
He sees the sunlight coming through the blankety mist
He sees the sunlight coming through the blankety mist