Work Lou Reed, John Cale

[Verse 1]
Andy was a Catholic, the ethic ran through his bones
He lived alone with his mother collecting gossip and toys
Every Sunday when he went to Church, he'd kneel in his pew and he'd say
"It's work, all that matters is work"

[Verse 2]
He was a lot of things, what I remember the most he'd say
"I've got to bring home the bacon, someone's got to bring home the roast"
He'd get to the Factory early, if you'd ask him he'd tell you straight out
"It's work"

[Verse 3]
No matter what I did it never seemed enough, he said I was lazy, I said I was young
He said, "How many songs did you write?" I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten"
"You won't be young forever, you should have written fifteen
It's work"

[Verse 4]
"You ought to make things big, people like it that way
And the songs with the dirty words, make sure your record them that way"
Andy liked to stir up trouble, he was funny that way
He said, "It's just work"

[Verser 5]
Andy sat down to talk one day, he said "Decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parameters or play the museums like some dilettante?"
I fired him on the spot, he got red and called me a rat
It was the worst word that he could think of, I'd never seen him like that
It was work, I thought he said, "It's just work"