country bumpkin Effort required right from the start Girlie crap, that sitting pretty shit, the daily jokes Routine check up chuck it out There are healthier waters in which to soak Start new walks on Sundays, around the collecting plate Take all time off on Monday, the boss's credit's out of date With a few empty egg boxes I righted all my wrongs I was feeling down in the dumps so I sang a happy song The laws did not like it and so the volume increased Start to scratch at the surface Lets have some new colours released the salt of the earth a rich man's spice work all week eat corn for days to feed the weekends meat there is no time on time off to stray through books and dancing on a Saturday will never build houses made of butter bricks those above us know all the secrets of our feeble lives we know its unfair sometimes we despair but try not to care get on with it and the rut goes on and dancing on a Saturday will never build houses made of butter bricks the mysterious they want me to and it's as if it's an order I can spot them but here I go I fall every time friends hate to see me walk it seems like they hate me I stand empty and depressed and I'm torn every time cannot force another face, try to pretend all's well it's like a threat or