When the Working Day Is Done

When the working day is done And the factory whistle blows When the daily race is run And you turn once more for home All the people pushing by As the sun dips in the sky All the songs that go unsung When the working day is done When the working day is through And you're waiting in the rain For another overdue Overcrowded railway train And the movie poster screams "It's the best film ever seen!" But it's all a different world To which you have never been And you're bored out of your mind So you keep yourself amused Reading the Financial Times Of the fellow next to you Then something in you snaps And you shout with all your lungs "We give and get nothing back!" When the working day is done When the working day is done And the factory whistle blows When the daily race is run And you turn once more for home All the people pushing by As the sun dips in the sky All the songs that go unsung When the working day is done