It feels like we are the modern slaves
Being whipped from the cradle to the grave
We'll never get the credit that we deserve
Instead we're trapped in a hideous war of nerves
Big cheese threatening with the sack
But the guys at the dock carries him on their back.
We're carrying society on our back.
Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock
Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock
Underpaid, struggling hard, but he's never pleased
He will strike with his whip till we're all deceased
Come on guys, pin him down, send him straight to hell
Sentenced to, crappy tunes in his prison cell
Cause we'll make him see, we control his soul
Cause we're servants of rock and roll
Cause we're servants of rock and roll
Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock
Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock
Speed up, get up, turn up
Cause we're the backbones of society
Speed up, get up, turn up
Cause we're the backbones of society
Speed up, get up, turn up
Cause we're the backbones