Tekst
You're working day by day and bit by bit you die
You're feeling like you're chained when you're putting on your tie
No matter what you do, there's no chance for breaking out
Until that special day, scream out loud
Job
Reports and balance sheets, calculations and forecasts
You're sweating like a pig, be sure it ain't your last
But now you've got enough, it's the time to realize
This is not what you want... Rise
Working slaves
Digging graves
Boards demand
Doors are slammed
Job
You're giving everything till the day you'll be replaced
And when this day has come for them, you're just disgraced
Do not expect a thanks, no deep appreciation
There's nothing left for you but full-time damnation
(We are some) Working slaves
Digging graves
(Dem fucking) Boards demand
Doors are slammed