Everyday of the week it' s all the same
Monotony slowly consumes your brain
The hours pass straight into the drain
No, no, nothing changes
The god of money . . . without mercy
A law for the rich . . . a law for the poor
But where the hell is the right to be
To survive, to stay alive ?
Nothing comes from nothing they say
It' s better to fight than to fade away
Payback-time will come one day
Together we will stay
We gotta fight for the right to fight
We gotta fight for the right to fight
We gotta fight for the right
For the right we gotta fight
For the right to fight we gotta fight
Your job was all you knew in your life
But those tiny silicon-bastards are better than you
"Nothing personal" the boss said and smiled
It sounds like a punchline, but where is the laughter?