Green dollar
Hot profit
Cold metal chains
I won't submit any time to your silly faith
Line up
Clock in
Punch out
Enslaved
The greedy men are like pimps that whore my days
I need a cell that's free of grime
I need a vision that can be defined
I need a place I can show up late
I need a moment to calibrate
I need a boss that I don't have to bribe
So that I don't hate my fucking job
No more bills!
No more lies!
No more money!
I hate my fucking job!
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