Must be the clothes or the shoes I wearShould've got no tattoo or should've cut my hairStraightened up, followed norms, rulesNever look like them tough boys who dropped out of school'Cos that didn't get me nowhereWhere the fast money's atA hard days work don't pay no my wayAin't it hard when you discover thatGot a job like my old manHe was at the railroad, I chose the planesFor a year or two and then I had enoughMy tender back found that way too rough'Cos that didn't get me nowhereWhere the fast money's atA hard days work don't pay no my wayAin't it hard but you are not alone, aloneThere are so many of us who work hardOnly to satisfy the stock market brokersOh yes, oh yes, they're keeping us out of moneyOh yes, oh yes, they're keeping us out of money