I put the cogs into the box

And then I’ve got another load

After a while, my arms’ll get tired

And then this job will blow

But I could be replaced by a machine

That does my work in half the time

But I don’t know where I’d go

‘Cause I prefer

Putting cogs into the box

Now I’ve got another load

Only just a few more hours

And then I’m free to go

But I can’t cease in questioning

If I really have a home

It makes me sick to think of it

‘Cause I prefer