(Work)ing Dead
by Outbreak· from Work To Death
working class or working dead?
slave away to get ahead
forty hours, five days a week
month in, year out, the cycle repeats
chorus:
a feeding frenzy to reach the top
the rat race, no, it won't stop
till them bones push through the skin
but can society's creations realy feel anything?
the bottom of the barrel ain't so low
success is measured so fucking shallow
strive for ourselves - don't make amends
no room for friends when the rats can scavenge
repeat: chorus, verse 1, verse 2 chorus 3x