Average Working Man - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh-oh!

Young man on slumdog street, all week worked flesh to bone

To see the "evening show..."

Up in the slumdog seats, so sick of the front row

He's God's message to the "high-class" folk

You're not flying high, your sky is low

Like making angels out of crows

Look out! It's your average working man!

Uh-oh!

Locked up on slumdog row, somehow he feels more free

They ask how this should be, he tells them, "I felt like a wrong note

When no one's listening (When no one's listening!)

I made my masterpiece..." (Now you're the ones out of key!)

Tired of getting by on your pills and dope

While you're getting high on my bills and loans

Look out! It's your average working man!

Uh-oh!

Ah, he's a hero inside of his head

Loaded up on the words that they said

Ammunitional thoughts to lay, dead

Dead, dead! Uh-oh!

I am the prodigal son, the fucking chosen one

Of all the never-beens, the never-wills, the no-ones

Lost sins will be forgiven by all the underlivings

I'm just a whore for the working class villains

Sincerely, your average working man! Uh-oh!

I'm just your average working man! Uh-oh!