Talk to more than half dead, don't talk to me at all
Sixty goes unpaid for, the machines they never stall
The clock does not tick freedom, just a while to breathe and pause
Forty percent human being I wonder what's the cause
Less than half man, little more than a slave
Suffering on a minimum wage
See part of my life going into the pocket of the man
See my labor wasted in their competition scam
So numerous are the victims, so widespread the apathy
But soon we're gonna cross the street called 'Solidarity'
Less than half man, little more than a slave
Suffering on a minimum wage
Forty percent human being for the rest I owe to them
Forty percent of living, less than half man