Working Class Slaves
I walk these many streets
I walk this path of stone
I hunger for a life
That I can call my own
I'm a slave to my job
I'm a slave to this town
I'm a slave to the system
That strives to keep me down
I owe money for my house
I owe money for my car
I owe money to the bank
I'm left with pennies in my jar
If your life's the same as mine
I know just how you feel
We have one thing in common
We're just a cog in this wheel
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