We Work, Work

We work, work
We work, work
We work, work
Why oh why do we work, work

Food and shelter
The bare necessities
Love and family
Friends and community
Every weekend
And yet we work, work
Until the the very end

Surely just enough
Is good enough
For most of us
Not everyone though
There’s them that take
More and more
Addicted to the taste
Of that filthy lucre

And here we are
Waiting in line
To get some soup today
And feed these kids of mine

Society and police
To keep us all in check
Politics and business
The funnel in distress

Religion and ethnicity
One and one against the mighty
Privilege and connection
Takes you up the ladder

So give me your poor
I’ll show you your soul
Give me your rich
I’ll show a hole
Where a heart should be

We’re fighting on our knees
Begging for forgiveness
We’re chasing different dreams
Searching for the business

That’s all folks
That’s why we work, work
It’s just a class thing
Rich stay richer, the poor know less
Dumbing down on tv, film, music and
Art has less political meaning or ability
To alter peoples beliefs or
Change their minds

Control is king by cybernaughts and algorithms
To keep us in our place