Bust
Forced to compress
As we carry the stress
They've got the boot down on our necks
How the f*ck is this real?
Digging our graves and we work till we're killed
Forced to collect that vary dollar
That warms our homes and feeds our own
So f*ck you
For what you do
There's no need for this
There's no excuse
No excuse
So f*ck you
For what you do
There's no need for this
There's no excuse
So f*ck you
For what you do
There's need for this