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I had a friendHe said he was an artistKnew more than the average schmuckHe said he must have been givenA real giftWell I said that was just dumb luckAll work is honorableYet art is just a jobLet me spend my paycheck on a beerNo heroes, no leaders, no artists, no godsI'm a worker, you're a workerWouldn't you like to be a worker too?My work he saidIs so complexSo much so he couldn't sell it at an auctionHe shuts his mouthAnd dotes awayI guess he serves to serve a functionAll work is honorableYet art is just a jobLet me spend my paycheck on a beerNo heroes, no leaders, no artists, no godsI'm a worker, you're a workerSongtexteWouldn't you like to be a worker too?What's to thinkIs the difference betweenThe tortured artist or the union JoeFrom the market I live inTo the world I seeWhatever we reap we're lucky if we sowAll work is honorableYet art is just a jobLet me spend my paycheck on a beerNo heroes, no leaders, no artists, no godsI'm a worker, you're a workerWouldn't you like to be a worker too? Aus Songtexte Mania