This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
I know what you're thinking about...
I know what you're thinking about...
I know what you're thinking about at work...
I know what you're thinking about at school...
I know what you're thinking about...all the time..
I work so hard trying to make a few bucks
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
There's only one thing keeps me on my feet
And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Makes me think of...
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But I'm grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Makes me think of...
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
(saxophone interlude)
I work so hard thinking of you
I work so hard thinking of you
Work so hard
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Wild sex in the working class
Wild sex!
Wild sex!
I know what you're thinking about...
I know what you're thinking about at work...
I know what you're thinking about at school...
I know what you're thinking about...all the time..
I work so hard trying to make a few bucks
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
There's only one thing keeps me on my feet
And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Makes me think of...
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But I'm grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
And I may be greasing the wheels of a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Makes me think of...
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
(saxophone interlude)
I work so hard thinking of you
I work so hard thinking of you
Work so hard
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Wild sex in the working class
Wild sex!
Wild sex!
Lyrics submitted by cactusdave
Wild Sex (In the Working Class) Lyrics as written by Danny Elfman
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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why is it a GAS after five?
If something is really fun, you might say it's "a gas". It's a colloquialism that always confused me. So after five, he gets to have a lot of fun. That's basically it.
"Gas":<br /> slang meaning "something exciting or excellent" first attested 1953, from earlier hepster slang gasser in the same sense (1944). Gas also meant "fun, a joke" in Anglo-Irish and was used so by Joyce (1914).
You see, the song is about the average working Joe. Te guy who gets up in the moring, works all day at a desk, and leaves work at five o'clock. After that, he goes home and bangs his wife/girlfriend/mistress, so after five it IS a gas, a really good time, that is. It's a figure of speech, so to say.
i listned to this song a few to many times during my sophomore year of highschool
Some people live such average lives that wild sex is the most exciting thing they have to look foreward to. It breaks up the monotany of their boring, meaningless lives.