1 - You better stand up straight, turn on your smile and look your best today
2 - Present yourself in a modest way, it's bad to declare your value here!
3 - No kids, for god sake no kids ever, to jeopardize productivity is evil
4 - Be healthy and strong, never sick, sad, tired, always a-ok!
Is this a workers way to success? Work ethics?
Don't you dare to organize, don't even speak about workers rights
Keep the prize of your work to yourself, it's in the hands of the lords (Anyway)
I recall words I heard whispered in the halls, of other ways to get busy evening out differences
Uniting us again
I'm sorry I forgot them back then
When I was blinded by an ounce of gold but I'm back again
First in Line - Work Ethics Lyrics
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1 - You better stand up straight, turn on your smile and look your best today
2 - Present yourself in a modest way, it's bad to declare your value here!
3 - No kids, for god sake no kids ever, to jeopardize productivity is evil
4 - Be healthy and strong, never sick, sad, tired, always a-ok!
Is this a workers way to success? Work ethics?
Don't you dare to organize, don't even speak about workers rights
Keep the prize of your work to yourself, it's in the hands of the lords (Anyway)
I recall words I heard whispered in the halls, of other ways to get busy evening out differences
Uniting us again
I'm sorry I forgot them back then
When I was blinded by an ounce of gold but I'm back again
2 - Present yourself in a modest way, it's bad to declare your value here!
3 - No kids, for god sake no kids ever, to jeopardize productivity is evil
4 - Be healthy and strong, never sick, sad, tired, always a-ok!
Is this a workers way to success? Work ethics?
Don't you dare to organize, don't even speak about workers rights
Keep the prize of your work to yourself, it's in the hands of the lords (Anyway)
I recall words I heard whispered in the halls, of other ways to get busy evening out differences
Uniting us again
I'm sorry I forgot them back then
When I was blinded by an ounce of gold but I'm back again
Writer: Errol Tanriverdi
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