Workin' Dead Video (MV)

Rise of the workin' dead, through the subway holes they come
Godless lurkers, smudged faces, just a bunch of f*cked-up cases
Traffic lights control their breath, feasting on each other's youth
Roaches crawling, wasted days; sirens howling, paid-up lays

And I'm a-shouting for the workin' dead
Scoring their jowls down the asphalt swamps
And I'm one among the workin' dead
In our life and death we never had a chance

And I'm a-shouting for the workin' dead
Gritting their teeth against the building walls
And I'm one among the workin' dead
Crazy symptoms of a time in suspense

Strangers in the paved veins devoured by greed, urban decay
Stories waiting to be told, all the tears within they hold
My man had to go with them; slaving away, mine never again
Oooh his eyes as he saw them, the city is their horrid den