Working on the edge
losing my self respect
for a man the presides over me
the principles of his creed
punch in punch out
8 hours, 5 days
sweat pain and agony
on friday I'll get paid
this ain't no picnic
hey mister don't look down on me
for what I believe
I got my bills and the rent
I should go pitch a tent
but our land is not free
so I'll work my youth away
in the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
this ain't no picnic.
losing my self respect
for a man the presides over me
the principles of his creed
punch in punch out
8 hours, 5 days
sweat pain and agony
on friday I'll get paid
this ain't no picnic
hey mister don't look down on me
for what I believe
I got my bills and the rent
I should go pitch a tent
but our land is not free
so I'll work my youth away
in the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
this ain't no picnic.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2008/12/11 - 08:22
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