and I'm out here breaking my back
just digging with all my heart
cuz no one here will cut me some slack
I'm tired
But I don't stop to rest
Because I've only got one chance
So I'm going to make it my best
It's Tuesday
And my back is feeling worse than before
And the pigs are smiling
They know I can't take much more
And my resentment
Is the only thing that won't let me stop
Mixed with desire
To have one of those piggy's jobs
I'm not a slave to a race
Or a slave to a state
I'm slave to the wage
And chained to my fate
I got my freedom to speak
I'm not owned by any man
But I'm still shackled to a country
That don't give a damn
It's Wednesday
And I feel my bones are coming undone
But I still toil away
Som y future doesn't belong to my son
And then I come home
To see what I've gained with all my profit
I see an old cheap couch
And boy too lazy to get off it
It's Thursday
And I'm filled the urge to just quit
To give up my life
Because I know nobody gives a shit
My tiny income
Only buys the worthless products I make
I'm going to lose either way
It's just a matter of time before I break
I'm not a slave to a race
Or a slave to a state
I'm slave to the wage
And chained to my fate
I got my freedom to speak
I'm not owned by any man
But I'm still shackled to a country
That don't give a damn
It's Friday
But you won't see me digging today
My son's out there
And he's covering up my grave
And then tomorrow
He'll be working, his lazy days are through
And you know what he's going to be digging
he'll be digging his grave too
I'm not a slave to a race
Or a slave to a state
I'm slave to the wage
And chained to my fate
I got my freedom to speak
I'm not owned by any man
But I'm still shackled to a country
That don't give a damn