Work

Words and music: Lou Reed & John Cale 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 say, "It's just work, all that matters is work." He was a lot of things, what I remember 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 just work, the most important thing is work 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, the most important thing is work It's work, the most important thing is work "You ought to make things big People like it that way