This Ain't No Picnic

Workin' on the edge, losin' my self-respect

For a man who presides over me, the principle of his creed

Punch in, punch out, eight hours, five days

Sweat, pain and agony, on Friday, I'll get paid

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic

Oh, this ain't no picnic

Oh, this ain't no picnic

Hey, mister, don't look down on me for what I believe

I got my bills and the rent, I should pitch a tent

But our land isn't free, so I'll work my youth away

In the place of a machine, I refuse to be a slave

This ain't no picnic

Oh, this ain't no picnic

Oh, this ain't no picnic

Oh, this ain't no picnic