if I gotta work my hands to the nub don't feed me crumbs. if I'm not in the picket line I'm at your picket fence to pick your mind. I hope my CEO catches a Boeing and becomes one with the ocean. Give me freedom or give me a reason. we are one your profits are mud we are one your labor is rust are you a comrade or a pawn, what side are you on. they're training your replacements, unplug your coworkers in the basement. can a drone hold a picket sign? the grind got us misaligned they want labor for the cost of a dime. automate this dicc we are one your profits are mud we are one your labor is rust, listening to Bach figured how to guillotine a yacht. plot a strawberry Moon on your chart and watch the conglomerate boom. doomscrolling your obituary can't audit this visionary. we bargin you're jargon. can't even own a dog where I live. we are one your profit is mud we are one your labor is rust staple a paystub on your face, scratch my balls with a skyscraper, my communism aches. they own the clock we own the gears. my boss all bubble guts and no beer. everyone should have a drink, sign your severance in red ink we are one your profit is mud we are one your labor is rust
