Beasts of Labor - Ramming Speed

Stripped of our pensions.

Stripped of our pay

Fight to survive.

To see another day

Abandoned by the corporate swine

Sold out for a bottom line

In cities of decay are forgotten scraps of industry

The result of an economy that’s given in to entropy

Production has ceased

It’s come to a halt

Praising the ones who plunder while damning the ones left behind

We don’t exist only to produce profits for the few

A one world system with a one track mind

Intentions they don’t have to hide

Exploitation is the name of the game

Lords of production, they never gave a damn

Beholden to no one

Trampling the working class.

Beware our bite

We are the beasts of labor

We built your empires, we can tear them down

We have the strength to tip the scales, to change the tides

Regain control.

Explore alternatives

We won’t fear biting the hand that feeds

We won’t fear biting the first that beats

We are the beasts of labor