She works the card line at a local factory
Doesn't see much light
Come the night she is asleep
Seven-til-five
Six days of the week
I wonder if she's happy
Goes out every Saturday
And drinks like a fish
Doesn't get respect
That not what were after
We want a release
But I don't think we're
Getting it
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels
Of our work load
December strikes and she's worried about her job
Got presents to buy for her one and only son
She can't survive on what they givin her
But she's f*cked if she
Gives it up
Her stomach has ulcers
She can't find food to eat
Her son comes home crying 'cause he hasn't got the right brand on his feet
I hope the rich are happy
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels of our guns
Theres more of us
Too many years we've conformed to these avarice driven
Mother f*ckers
Why should we suffer?
Too many years we've been f*cked by the man at the top
Why suffer
There are more of us
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She works the card line at a local factory
Doesn't see much light
Come the night she is asleep
Seven-til-five
Six days of the week
I wonder if she's happy
Goes out every Saturday
And drinks like a fish
Doesn't get respect
That not what were after
We want a release
But I don't think we're
Getting it
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels
Of our work load
December strikes and she's worried about her job
Got presents to buy for her one and only son
She can't survive on what they givin her
But she's f*cked if she
Gives it up
Her stomach has ulcers
She can't find food to eat
Her son comes home crying 'cause he hasn't got the right brand on his feet
I hope the rich are happy
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels of our guns
Theres more of us
Too many years we've conformed to these avarice driven
Mother f*ckers
Why should we suffer?
Too many years we've been f*cked by the man at the top
Why suffer
There are more of us
Doesn't see much light
Come the night she is asleep
Seven-til-five
Six days of the week
I wonder if she's happy
Goes out every Saturday
And drinks like a fish
Doesn't get respect
That not what were after
We want a release
But I don't think we're
Getting it
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels
Of our work load
December strikes and she's worried about her job
Got presents to buy for her one and only son
She can't survive on what they givin her
But she's f*cked if she
Gives it up
Her stomach has ulcers
She can't find food to eat
Her son comes home crying 'cause he hasn't got the right brand on his feet
I hope the rich are happy
Never slipped and we always got stung
Get on with life hardly ever have fun
We've been acting as if we are the only ones
Everybody wants to find love
Everyone works hard but they don't get much
They will find themselves at the barrels of our guns
Theres more of us
Too many years we've conformed to these avarice driven
Mother f*ckers
Why should we suffer?
Too many years we've been f*cked by the man at the top
Why suffer
There are more of us
Writer: Ewan Mackenzie, Joseph Tatton
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