Lyrics:
yes その日を待ってる
Hey man, hey man
そのまま fight to the end
Hey man, hey man
今こそ cry to be free (now)
夢の中で夢を消された
Oh no, oh no 哀れな worker bee
This is Breadline Britain
This free and promised
Land
Where the rich don't give a damn
Poeple
Getting hungry and people getting poor
People
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go again
All over again
Be my Coworker
When I see you coming in I be a slow worker
If you got a job for me
a mighty wave
The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
He asked for little and less was granted
Lest given
all the workers become slaves and freedoms a dream
And say someday I'll make it one day I'll be free
But then some say I'm crazy when I'm hoping for
For all those born to serve
And those that chose to hide
(how many worker
Bees died within our hive)
Let their sadness be our blessing
Let their
She was born in November, 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
She walks in my dreams
and brings me delight
I was born to the workers
To toil and to strife
My father before me
He worked all his life
He took
She walks in my dreams
And brings me delight
I was born to the workers
To toil and to strife
My father before me
He worked all his life
He took
my life to be free
I won't let them transform me
Into a cyborg worker bee
With all my might, all my life
I will cling tight to the light
I will be me,
seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
She walks in my dreams
And brings me delight
I was born to the workers
To toil and to strife
My father before me
He worked all his life
He took
She was born in November, 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating
then you can never tell
If you're alone in this awful downpour
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
In the evening light, the boulevard
Police done pulled you over wit' a gun in ya' lap
And you ain't the power to make it through this parade
The workers can't keep the profit everything
and the army's full
I don't know what I'm going to do
But I've come to see in the Land of the Free
There's only a future for the Chosen Few
Just because
and the army's full
I don't know what I'm going to do
But I've come to see in the Land of the Free
There's only a future for the Chosen Few
Just because
had a rally
They gang is bigger than, the Crips and Bloods if ya ask me
The whole world is a hustle, home of the brave and free
With Penitentiary
had a rally
They gang is bigger than, the Crips and Bloods if ya ask me
The whole world is a hustle, home of the brave and free
With Penitentiary
Dwindling light
Of the city's eye
Hollow corners
Of the worker's aisle
The cold is bitter
And so am I
The biting wind
Keeps me untied
So
Run me
random flow, free style
Blue collar rap worker
Rank & file, fortified by integrity & pride
So, strip it b, cause it's a fine time to shine from
In the free market system, wealth equates to power
It's a fact that our sisters make less, no matter religion or color
Two-income is a life
And We ain't gonna stop now
Until the job is done
Come on all good workers
This year is our time
Now there's folks in Washington
That care what's
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