Richard Clapton - The Working Cla** Life lyrics

Clapton Too many mornings, Caught me running behind time Mondays to Fridays It's just the same old grind, You know I think too much, And I keep losing touch, I'm chained to the working cla** life. Chorus: God save the country God save the Queen, And God looks after everyone, But he's got no time for me, Seems like my life is just trouble Trouble and strife, 'Cos I'm chained to the working cla** life. The landlord owns apartment blocks, He buys them by the score, But even if he bought this town, He'd still lust after more, Sure I know he's doing fine, But I ain't that enterprising, 'Cos I'm chained to the working cla** life.