The apprentice - John Martyn
    I work at the station

    At the heart of the nation,
    I tell you no lie.
    I keep the pace
    In the energy race,
    I never ask why.

    I tell you the boss don't care.
    I know that the boss don't care,
    He don't even talk to me.
    Tell me, what's wrong,
    What's wrong with the life I live;
    Tell me, what's wrong,
    What's wrong with this world im in.

    Wouldn't it be good to get out of here,
    Wouldn't it be good to get out of here,
    Wouldn't it be good to get out of here,
    Wouldn't it be fine to get out.

    As cool as a river,
    Safe as a baby,
    So they say.
    So quiet, so cleanly,
    Shining discretely,
    Working away.

    I tell you the boss don't care.
    I know that the boss doesn't care,
    He don't even talk to me.
    Tell me, what's wrong
    What's wrong with this life I live;
    Please tell me, what's wrong,
    What's wrong with this life I live.

    My eyes are so heavy.
    They follow the water
    Down to the stream.
    My conscience is cloudy.
    My heart gets so weary,
    It cannot be, it never was my dream.

    I tell you the boss don't care, don't care.
    I know that the boss don't care,
    He don't even talk to me.
    Tell me, what's wrong,
    What's wrong with this life I live.
    Please tell me, what's wrong,
    What's wrong with this world im in.
    Tell me,
    What's wrong with this life I live?

    Tell me, what's wrong, what's wrong.
     

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