So this is how you show thanks
After all that's been done for you
Bent over backwards
Now I'm shown the door before pension is due.
I've seen the way you work
And how you crush the dreams of men
It's happened too many times
Work or die, you know we can't win.
You've got us in your palm and you know
Our future is up to you
You control the money, you control the man
There is nothing he can do.
Don't think I'll be one
That accepts the status quo you've set
I mourn the sad demise
Of a man set in your ways.
You control the means and you
Control the wages
Imminent OSHA cuts
Fraudulent appraisals
I see right through the haze
And I will never play that game
Sell my soul for a piece of your pie
A proud American? I'd rather fucking die.