Lyrics:
no dy reach two seconds
(Yeee)
No pension for factory worker
E no easy na Na
If hin easy , hin don become small pikin something
And if hin
the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out
worker, everyday
I'm rocker, I just want to play
Factory worker, everyday
Only waiting for my payday
of the market
I've been pulled out of the market
I am a factory worker
I am a factory worker
Uh uh
Uh uh
Where is Krishna when you need him
Where is
like a loaded gun
For entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same
Single mothers and others,
Automation is the future trend
Factory workers are phasing out by robot automation
Now I am deploying automation to play my online game
Auto clicking
MAN SPEAKS HIS MIND
I'M FOR LAID OFF FACTORY WORKERS
WHEN THE WOLF IS AT THE DOOR
YOU DON'T HAVE TO GUESS WHAT I'M AGAINST
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M FOR
in the world really hates my
Ringtone
Ringtone, ringtone
Aah aah
Ooh ooh oh oh oh
Chinese factory workers (they hate my ringtone)
Muslim
the land
He sang about the factory workers
And they knew he was their man
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He campaigned for Allende
Working
are right at home
Politicians, truck drivers, factory workers too
You can be a Cop out here don't matter what you do.
We gotta four piece band
of fashion. (ohohoh)
Get out of factory, it’s non-workers century.
Demonstrate agitate,
Break the system, fuck each state.
We wanna riot,
We’re not quiet any
a farmer? Also. Office clerk? Yes sir!
That's right. Certainly!
Factory worker? You said it. Yes ma'am.
Absotively! Posolutely!
Truck driver? Definitely!
At the end of my street
An abandoned factory
Workers would beat
The great machinery
And I know, my lot
Is not the same as they
But every day
I hit
The farmers rise up every mornin at five
The truckers drive them 18 wheelers all night
The factory workers, they build it with pride
24-7 down
Factory-workers, hippies and crew-cuts
Jumping up and down in their seats
In the daytime it sure looks different
But at night it's just a rock-n-roll beat
night
I've been waiting my whole life
Somewhere the ghosts of factory workers dance
With the ghosts of kids who never had a chance
And we still hear
Actors, bastards, factory workers
It was an accident, it was an accident
Beauty parlors, race car drivers
It was an accident, it was an accident
of these
Any supplier that specifically made prison grade products
Management, factory worker, designer
Probation
Parole
Anyone claiming to be
enough
Maybe marry someone who
Doesn't work in a factory
Doing what those factory workers do
Patty cake, patty cake, making it man
Everybody wants it so
[Chorus]
He's a gay factory worker from the south
He'll take wut you pee out of and put it in his mouth
Well he works all day
With a great big
freedom
We march into 1984 with a smile on our faces.
The factory workers and fast food servers
are told to cheer or be accused of moral treason.
cause dead beat dads don't stay
Single mamas in the hustle
Daddy's stayin’ through the struggles
All the factory workers
Farmers bar tenders & coffee
nurses, factory workers
Fully playing hooky, fully playing hooky yeah we're
Fully playing hooky, fully playing hooky I've got
People standing with me,
I'm a son of a carpenter and my momma was a factory worker
I grew up in 2 room flat in a little town called Paarl
We use to play in the streets till
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