Working on the weekend, baby
She's working all through the night
A jump into the deep end gave her
The evidence she required
Takes five, she's got pearls
Don't fake it when it comes to making money
So she smiles, but that's cruel
If you know what she thinks
If you knew what she was after
Sometimes she wonders
And she laughs in her frustration
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
Doctors of the revolution gave us
The medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
It's a question of compromise
They got steel, so cool
To get angry at the weekend
Then go back to school
So big deal, it's what rules
When it comes to making money
Say yes, please, thank you
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
I know the answer
But I'm asking you the question
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade...
Winter marches on...
The trade's on.
She drains emotion -
To drink from,
The breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen,
Crystal in the morning
Birthtime rose,
A thorn for coronation.
All arise from your rest
We'll find enough there to feed you.
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Spare us your lives while we need you.
Loud, is the music, the crowd is ringing
Out, of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the sky is bringing
Out of my head as
the winter marches on...
She's working all through the night
A jump into the deep end gave her
The evidence she required
Takes five, she's got pearls
Don't fake it when it comes to making money
So she smiles, but that's cruel
If you know what she thinks
If you knew what she was after
Sometimes she wonders
And she laughs in her frustration
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
Doctors of the revolution gave us
The medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
It's a question of compromise
They got steel, so cool
To get angry at the weekend
Then go back to school
So big deal, it's what rules
When it comes to making money
Say yes, please, thank you
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade
I know the answer
But I'm asking you the question
Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour?
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the skin trade...
Winter marches on...
The trade's on.
She drains emotion -
To drink from,
The breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen,
Crystal in the morning
Birthtime rose,
A thorn for coronation.
All arise from your rest
We'll find enough there to feed you.
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Spare us your lives while we need you.
Loud, is the music, the crowd is ringing
Out, of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the sky is bringing
Out of my head as
the winter marches on...