Whammy Burger

We work our fingers to the bone
Just to survive, let alone
Afford a place we can call home
A place
Of our own

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!

They break our backs every goddamn day
Still the more we make
The more they take!
Without our blood where would they be?
Just as poor broke and hungry
As you and me!

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!

I hate the fact I feel like a slave
To the dollar
The boss man
And the rent that we pay!



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Miranda
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