American Prole(tariat)
Work boy
Work a day
Toil your little life away
Nine to five’s the only way
to keep your self respect
Highway tramp in broken shoes
Empty stomach growls the blues
If you don’t work
Ya got ta lose
No friends no home no name
Old man
Hands like rock
Heart beats like a tickin’ clock
Work until the tickin’ stops
rest only in your grave
Yes work boy
That’s the way it’s done
The way the bread and butter’s won
Retire in the
And die with dignity
Die with dignity
Die with dignity….