And so the rich man paid me well
Got in justice within hell
My fingers crossed that they don’t take
Away my job again

It is sad!
But who I’m working for
So stop the money and take a strike today

Why want they see the tragedy
They trying to make us disbelieve
Al the things you make me do
Things i didn’t wanted to

In a fine flashy car
And a brand new costume
He told us we have lost our jobs
And never see his money again

So where standing here
Another strike has mad no sense
What have we wasted here
Another day, another life