I'm looking for a chateau, twenty one rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, twenty one rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it
I just want to rent it for a minute or two
I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I didn't want to be mean about it
I couldn't think of one good thing to say.
West L.A. fade away, west l.a. fade away
Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway.

All we need is a ten and five-er
Car and key and a sober driver
B-double E double R U-N-beer run

Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won't be there no more
Any major dude will tell you

Now I don't know, but I been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold,
Other hand I have heard it said,
It's just as hard with the weight of lead.

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world

There's freedom out there
You oughta taste it
'cause your whole fuckin life
Is bein wasted
So call up your boss and quit
Find a replacement
There's better things in life
Lets face it

Get your pink slip (3x)
Quit your day job (3x)
To be a fucking slob

Well I have a good time
When I go out of my mind
And it's a wonderful place
And I can't wait to be there
I hear beautiful sounds
Comin' outta the ground
Gonna take us a while
But we'll go hundreds of times

Well I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin’
Yes, I’m workin’ all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the workin man

But fortunately I have the key to escape reality
And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
It don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while
Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone
No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell
Crash
I'm the last splash
I'll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

Looking back on when I
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for Christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would not get a thing
We were happy with the
Joy the day would bring
Sneaking out the back door
To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
Greeted at the back door
But thought I told you not to go outside
Tryin' your best to bring the
Water to your eyes
Thinkin' it might stop her
From woopin' your behind
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go

Beautiful words for sure. Working man is a song that has been fortunately and unfortunately my life recently.