Work/Slave

Again I wake up screaming
With hopes that I'm still dreaming
But guess again
It's work my friend
My head will end up steaming
You know the clock is ticking
A feeling all to sickening
But then again
To work my friend
It's time for some asslicking

Drag myself out of bed
Wishing I would die
Trying to think positive
But end up asking why

This slavery is worthless
True work has got a purpose
The rich mans greed?
No, public need
Equal divide of surplus
Production isn't free
But belongs to you and me
The working class
The greater mass
We'll work for unity

So get you fucking pitchforks
Hammer, sickle, torch
It's time to take some action
Show them no remorse



Credits
Writer(s): Love Nystam
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