When he was a boy his daddy said, "Son, to them that work hard the good things come" An Ironhorse with Hesiod's heart, the man could put the world together if he had the parts So they sang the song of the working man while he wrestled with the serpent in the far high land He bled and burned in the noonday sun and he pushed until he got it done All this time he's been pushing that wheel All this time he's been striking the deal But he ain't gonna push that wheel no more When he was a child his mama said, "Boy, one day you're gonna put away them toys" "You'll be a man and you'll work all day to earn the money that they're gonna pay" The only way to raise a family was to jack into an information economy Chained to a desk with a screen in his eye he pushed the earth up against the sky