6 acessos
Looking out on this sea of humanity
Many things strike me as strange
Hustling, slacking, achieving, relaxing
Where do I get mine? I'm a clock punching, blue collar working man
No thought given to our well beingrise up all unions, workers run the world murder those who abuse their privilege
Nobody rides for free
Take what belonged to the greedy
Who tossed us down only crumbs drown them in their swimming pools
Castrate and burn
Bomb the shelters and universities
Then the kitchens cause that's where they'll be
Refuge of the motherfucking worthless
Filthfarm of the elite
A new way of thinking
Is long overdue
Price of luxury
Die motherfucker die
Pipebomb
Chaos
Mayhem
Anarchy is here
Rebuild
Restart
Evolve
Working man now runs the land