From Rags to Rags

Basic human rights, a fucking laugh riot to the right
Torch their cigars with a working class bill
From rags to rags, the third world printed on the tags
A collection of debt's what he leaves in his will

Slaving every day, 14 more hours filed away
Defiled to the core for the sake of the dream
We admire what does but despise what he is
A time-clock paper punched in a machine

He's sick
He's tired
He's beaten
He's filed away

He'd better
Not stray
For that
He'll surely pay

Wake up from this living nightmare



Credits
Writer(s): Tong Po
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