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