How Can The Labouring Man Find Time For Self-culture? Lyrics - Singles - Martini Ranch

I have no other model but myself to play 

I'm a man from birth, you won't turn me away 

When I'm with you why do I feel this way? 

You drive me wild and we mix the dark passions 

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? 

What shall we call our game? 

It needs a charming name 

"Industry and spirit" 

We'll go off if we get near it 

These people need time off 

I thought readers like to look 

Tearing pages from the book 

And we mix the dark passions 

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? 

I think it's important that you spend some time 

Make it in your prime 

Something's come up, I hope I'm not too late 

You see I'm feeling like a hero 

But I'm not so great 

I've tried writing it down 

Walking it off, shouting it out 

What am I talking about? 

And we mix the dark passions 

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? 

I think it's important that you spend some time 

Make it in your prime 

Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right? 

Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart? 

You can watch me as I slip 

You can watch me as I slide 

But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide 

How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?