Bottom Rung

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs Cause I don't wanna die unsung And I'm straining for the bottom rung And I am not the only one I'm bleeding in the place I'm from The debt I carry weighing me down And I'm breathing through a plastic straw Takes everything for me not to drown It's a rigged game, working to play Live hand to mouth and then feeling the shame Slaving all day, earning to pay Nose to the grindstone it won't go away Cashing out broke, we are all choked Living our lives with their hands 'round our throats I can't stop screaming at the top of my lungs Cause I don't wanna die unsung And I'm straining for the bottom rung And I am not the only one I'm bleeding in the place I'm from The debt I carry weighs me down I'm breathing through a plastic straw Takes everything for me not to drown No living wage, work like a slave Taking a beating, releasing the rage Rip out the page, tear up the stage It's a free country inside of this cage Nowhere to go, reap what you sow Pitchforks are coming we will overthrow Backed in a corner by my favourite things Say you can fly while they're clipping your wings The weight of this load keeps us under their thumb Standing alone we will not overcome So I keep screaming at the top of my lungs Cause I don't wanna die unsung And I'm straining for the bottom rung And I am not the only one Screaming at the top of my lungs Cause I don't wanna die