When does the day end?
Do we know when it starts?
Is it the rising and setting of the sun?
Doesn’t feel that way in corporate America.
It feels like we must follow the sun.
Across the continents, around the world
For capitalism must go on
Money is being lost and made
On the backs of the middle class
Why do we put up with it?
Because we know no other way
Our Mother’s and Father’s before toiled
In the sun
Now we think that a computer makes us smart
It’s a high tech mule team
And we are just scratching out a living
They mine the data and sell it back to us
No better than the Joads
No lesser than a work camp
The only difference is we don’t have to migrate
To pick the fruit
You can work from home
Gee, I wonder who thought up that idea?
It certainly wasn’t you or me
Work after the five o’clock bell
What a concept to make our lives hell
I won’t do it
You shouldn’t do it
But if you do then you have bought into