I don't know why, but these lines from Ray Davies tug at my heart strings:

Now I think of what my mamma told me,
She always said that it would never ever work out;
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine.
For I don't ever want you to see me
Standing in that line;
'Cause that union man's got such a hold over me;
He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat.
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine.
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line.

("Get Back Into Line")