Mark Knopfler, You Don't Know You're Born

Mark Knopfler, You Don't Know You're Born, Lyrics:
What do you know about the hammer and the spike,
What do you know about the farm. You don't know.
You don't know what it's like Because you don't know,
You don't know you're born
What do you know about the hammer and the chisel,
You only know the kitchen and the warm,
You don't know about the night shift whistle
Punching the clock to the horn Because you don't know,
You don't know you're born You don't know,
You don't know you're born, You don't know,
You don't know you're born
What do you know about the hammer and the nails
Know about the thistles and the thorns
What do you know about the road and the rails
Your heart so weary and your hands all worn
Your hands so weary and your heart all torn
And you don't know, You don't know you're born