The Very Very End - Day of the Serfs

You are not a king you're a peasant
Acting like they owe you something just because you're clever
Triple seven never works if you don't make the effort
Three six world eater he will swallow you for breakfast

What it is it worth?
Doesn't it hurt?
Why would you sleep on the day of the serfs?
Every day breaking your back in the dirt
Don't you want to live?
A man of the arms, a man of the earth
Lying in bed not to overexert!
The village is starving the people are worse
You've so much more to give!

You are not free you're imprisoned
You're as free as a log getting dragged down a river
Something's got to give, else it will be your spirit
Talking is easy, now stand up and live it!

What it is it worth?
Doesn't it hurt?
Why would you sleep on the day of the serfs?
Every day breaking your back in the dirt
Don't you want to live?
A man of the arms, a man of the earth
Lying in bed not to overexert!
The village is starving the people are worse
You've so much more to give!

Written by:
Archie Hutchison

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