3 Finger Betty - They Live, We Sleep

How's it feel now to be a slave
Married to the minimum wage
Toiling 'til the end of your days
Just to wind up in a forgotten grave

The Revolution was fought and lost
No one's there now to cover the cost
Corporates they have to come to collect
Marching us off in the chains made of debt

They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap

They distract with their bright shiny things
Benign indifference and the joy it brings
Wealth is judged by your house and your car
Material shit now defines what we are

They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap

Life's a bowl of shit you must take
Realize that your freedom is fake
You can win back control of your fate
Make your own way through this world full of hate

They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap

They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap
They live, we sleep
We sow, they reap

Written by:
John Waugh

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