Lyrics

Slave labor working man No pride in someone else's dream Maintain on a poor man's salary No, there's gotta be a better way For you, for me (Don't call me the working class man) (Said don't call me the working class) (Give your soul to your company) (You ignore what's easy to see) (You're disposable, they're inexposable) (Where's the pride in that?) Start with intentions to leave this life one day Have a wife and a couple of kids, in the blink of an eye you're old and gray That way of life will never be for me I'd rather live on the street and keep my dignity (Don't call me the working class man) (Said don't call me the working class) (Don't call me the working class man) (Said don't call me the working class) (Said don't call me the working class man) (Don't! Don't Don't!) (Said don't call me the working class)