This ain’t no picnic

Working on the edge

losing my self respect

for a man the presides over me

the principles of his creed

punch in punch out

8 hours, 5 days

sweat pain and agony

on friday I’ll get paid

this ain’t no picnic

hey mister don’t look down on me

for what I believe

I got my bills and the rent

I should go pitch a tent

but our land is not free

so I’ll work my youth away

in the place of a machine

I refuse to be a slave

this ain’t no picnic

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