Lyrics

Brothers, brothers can you hear me? Look at them up there, sitting on their fat asses Drinking coffee and eating donuts... Have you had enough of it? We are the workers, united Laboring for the fuck machine Victimized, but not defeated, no Just think that they sustain the motion I will not pretend to have figured a way out I will not pretend to have figured a way out Ride them to the end Orchestrate to castrate They are the workers, united Laboring for the fuck machine They are the workers, united Laboring for the fuck machine Unionize