This Ain't No Picnic

Working on the edge, losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in punch out, eight hours, five days a week Sweat, pain and agony, on Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic 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 go 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 This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic