Released: March 15, 1988

Songwriter: Tina Weymouth Chris Frantz Jerry Harrison David Byrne

Producer: Talking Heads Steve Lillywhite

Day by day
Whistle while you work
Our backs are breaking
Up from hollow earth
From end to end
The noise begins
In the human battle stations
And the big one's coming in

Work, work, work, work
Work 'til holes are filled
Work, work, work, work
Bags of bone and skin

Lovers hold hands
Tossing their heads
Tangled in hair
Tied to earth
With skin and glue

But their skin is the same as yours
Coming in for the world to see
They can sit at the table, too
The same blood as you and me

Speak very softly
Hold my hand
Someone is sleeping
In my bed
Priests pass by
Worms crawl in
One dreams to be
One dream for all

His skin is the same as yours
Is he not made the same as you?
And some have fallen down
And blood spilled on the ground
Work, work, work
'Til his life is done

The old man
Is at our door
And he's knocking
Knocking

As his neighbors weep
Each day repeats
Are we nothing in your eyes?
Someone answer, someone answer

This rusted garden gate
Can barely even stand
Their work is over now
And rest will be at hand

Is their skin not the same as yours?
Can they sit at the table to drink cool water?
Cool water
And his lungs are filled with rain
And the water's rushing in

Talking Heads

Ground-breaking rock band Talking Heads is arguably one of the most influential bands of all time. Spearheaded by their slightly crazy lead singer David Byrne, they were at the forefront of the New Wave movement.

The band was formed in 1974 by Byrne and drummer Chris Frantz. Frantz’s then-girlfriend-later-wife Tina Weymouth was quickly recruited to play bass. After a few recordings and performances, guitarist/keyboardist Jerry Harrison was hired to round out the group.

Their first album, Talking 77, was appropriately released in 1977. It quickly received critical acclaim.