How Can The Labouring Man Find Time For Selfcultu lyrics

I have no other model but myself to play
I`m a man from birth, you won`t turn me away
When I`m with you why do I feel this way?
You drive me wild and we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?

What shall we call our game?
It needs a charming name
`Industry and spirit`
We`ll go off if we get near it
These people need time off
I thought readers like to look
Tearing pages from the book
And we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
I think it`s important that you spend some time
Make it in your prime

Something`s come up, I hope I`m not too late
You see I`m feeling like a hero
But I`m not so great
I`ve tried writing it down
Walking it off, shouting it out
What am I talking about?
And we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
I think it`s important that you spend some time
Make it in your prime

Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right?
Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart?
You can watch me as I slip
You can watch me as I slide
But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?