I can almost feel myself
Slipping through the cracks
Why do we gotta sell our souls
While you stroll along our backs
I live my life in the red, I'm always paying for the masters way
We're the building blocks, that you lounge upon
We're the cogs in the wheel, that carries you on
We've got to take it
We gotta take our share
We can't keep the pace
Of this rat race
The cost of living keeps climbing
While our wages stay the same
Class divide continues to grow
So they scramble for a scapegoat
A force that you can't ignore
Steel cap boots kick down your door
Bone and brick crushed in its path
It's the iron will of the working class