I've got good problems if that's what you wanna call them

Not even worthy of solving

I've got a sweet disposition, rose-colored vision

But I can smell what you're cookin' in your kitchen

And it's not good it's not even food

I know you wouldn't eat it so what makes you think we should

And it's not kind what you do behind closed doors

Tell me one more time now who are you working for

See you've never had to choose what to keep or what to lose

So I suppose it's no surprise no big news

That you'd ignore all the ones with no means no big guns

To fight for the rights of their daughters & their sons

And it's not good no it's just plain rude

To not help your brother when you so easily could

And it's not kind what you do behind closed doors

Tell me one more time now who are you working for

Who are you working

Who are you working

Who are you working for