Industrilization
The monotony enough to drive a poor man mad
But what is an old man’s heart in the eyes of production
Money’s what we want!
Money’s what we want!
Let the children work
The women too
For next to nothing, anything they’ll do
Coughing up blood?
There’s always another
The machines are too dangerous for unshod kids
Doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
What are you going to do?
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