I won't be your slave
Sweating blood to my grave
I won't work while you gloat
I'll shove your job down your throat
I won't listen to you
Don't tell me what to do
Your money I'll burn, your shop I'll trash
So shove your job up your ass
Why should I work for your profit
As you sit upon a mountain of money
And feast upon your nauseating greed
And thrive off others' setbacks
You raise your prices, yet you lower your wages
You wallow in your thirst for money making
Your ignorance and selfishness, it makes me sick
You're a greedy profiteer and nothing else...
Fuck you!
I won't be your slave
There's no fucking way
I'll be my own boss
And pray for your financial loss