Lyrics

Still heart, and sweat on brow One look ahead at the other in the field Another reaping these grapes of wrath [?] in hand and a deep abyss Crimson lips, and a welcome stare That these silhouettes are more than she can bear More than she can bear Another day, another day Another day for the proletariat My [?] They all create all the messes that extrapolate The have-nots blinded to corruption in contrivance Just enough to get by Their son is going to bed hungry They're slowly wearing, working away 'til they die Raised fist and ideas, ideals The plight, the fight, the plight, the fight Another day for the proletariat Another day for the proletariat Raised fist and ideas, ideals The plight, the fight, the plight, the fight Another day for the proletariat Another day for the proletariat Tattered rags and [?] Crying out, we'll shout another day Another day for the proletariat Another day for the proletariat (Proletariat) (Proletariat) Raised fist and ideas, ideals The plight, the fight, the plight, the fight (Proletariat) (Proletariat) The bourgeoisie in their gleeful place The plight on the upper class A reckoning is coming [?] Tattered rags and messy hair The blood is flowing out We shout, another day (Another day!) (Another day!) [?] (Another day!) Another day (Another day for the proletariat!) Another day for the proletariat