He's working at the factory
Makes the parts you throw away
Sure the effort isn't wasted
And he works late every day
Tries to join in conversation
But there's two kinds of polite
Some folks are politely social
Some won't put up a fight
Maybe we're both a little lazy
Maybe a little is too much
Oh, you're right again
Really wants to say he loves you
But he doesn't have the touch
And the feeling won't be coming
'Til her heart's been filled enough
Talk radio narrates his life
Is it just coincidence?
Driving home he's late again
He can't proffer a defense
Maybe we're both a little lazy
Maybe a little is too much
Oh, you're right again
Walking through the darkened house now
Locking doors and closing blinds
Cleaning while eating from a tin can
He pretends he doesn't mind
Each child receives a light kiss
They stir but do not wake
His wife's been long time sleeping
'Cause it's been far too late to wait
Maybe we're both a little lazy
Maybe a little is too much
Oh, you're right again
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