Torn A New Musical - Overworked Underpaid (feat. Jodie Ann Evans, Rob Yonkers, Miranda Luze, Liz Neitge, Tori Jade Lopez & Jessie Alagna)

Overworked
And underpaid
Overworked and underpaid
We have been working our lives away
Overworked and underpaid
Eighty hours a week no time left in the day
I am a victim to the wealth of the white man
We can't move up
No matter how hard we try
This factory is how we survive
Cuz we are overworked and underpaid
We are just working our lives away
Dirty little women
Covered in soot
Covered in sweat
Covered in disregard and disrespect
Cuz no one sees us for who we are
Filthy little women
In their eyes
We are weak
We are never a threat, only small and meek
As long as we make sure not to speak
Shhh
Don't draw attention
Or you'll be out on the streets
Back to work
Oi
I never thought, in my life time
I'd be working in this grit and grime
As if I'm being punished as if I did commit a crime
A cell, a prison of lady laborers
Working as the male dog barks his endless orders
Yes sir, no sir, I swear that wasn't me sir
Please sir , please sir
I will do it better sir
The hours I work are long and hard
I never see my children play
Every night when I get home
I pray that they are still awake
At least I know their mouths are fed
Their bellies are full of meat and bread
My bones ache when I lay my head
For the short time I spend in my bed
Overworked and underpaid
We have been working our lives away
Overworked and underpaid
Eighty hours a week no time left in the day
I am a victim to the wealth of the white man
We can't move up
No matter how hard we try
This factory is how we survive
Cuz we are overworked and underpaid
We are just working our lives away
Tired little women
Don't speak
Don't fuss
They know these conditions are bad for us
But they don't care that this is so dangerous
Cranky little women
If we
Speak up
Our punishment is our pay gets cut
The hours get long and we get hurt
Shhh
Don't draw attention
Keep your head down don't look up
There was a time
Not so long ago
When the work I did
Was appreciated
No machines to replace our hands
We were searched for
We were compensated
But within a flash
We were replaced
We were traded for machines without a face
And just like that
in London town in the late, late eighteenth century
Our weaving skills were hastily erased
Now we work the looms
In a factory
12 hours a day
No break to eat
Breathing in the air
That pollutes our lungs
Coughing it up
As we bite our tongues
Standing all day
While our feet go numb
If you look up
You might lose a thumb
But we can't complain
Or they'll have our pay
They don't care about us
It's just that way
We're only here
To get rich quick
Not money for us
Money for that prick
Yeah him, up there
He's the reason that we're quiet and we're scared
Scared
Scared
You're doing it wrong
Oi
Overworked and underpaid
We have been working our lives away
Overworked and underpaid
Eighty hours a week no time left in the day
I am a victim to the wealth of the white man
We can't move up
No matter how hard we try
This factory is how we survive
Overworked and underpaid (Dirty little women)
We have been working our lives away (Covered in soot)
Overworked and underpaid (Covered in sweat)
Eighty hours a week no time left in the day (Covered in disregard and disrespect)
(Cuz no one sees us for who we are)
I am a victim to the wealth of the white man (Filthy little women)
We can't move up (In their eyes, we are weak)
No matter how hard we try (We are never a threat only small and meak)
This factory is how we survive (As long as we make sure not to speak)
Shhh
Don't draw attention
Or you'll be out on the streets
Overworked and underpaid
Overworked and underpaid
Overworked and underpaid
We are just working our lives away
Our lives away
Our lives away

Written by:
Jodie Evans

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