Fighting our way to make ends meet
The cycle of labor has got us beat
A coward at best, an "authority"
When his profit's to gain we lose morality
Won't stay here
Feeling so confined
Got to stand up and persevere
Living like this, we'll lose our minds
It's not the way it's got to be
When did we lose our sense of hope
To carry on would be giving in
The price of humanity is undersold
Clock me out