Do you hear what I'm saying

Do I have to shout it out

They get rich, we are paying

We are paying with our lives

Work work work

My my my

Work work work

Die die die

Look beyond the horizon

Look beyond the blackest sky

All the workers are rising

Nothing to lose, we're all gonna die

I keep on fighting in my search for something else

There's no future for brigades of empty shells

I keep on fighting in my search for something else

There's no future for brigades of empty shells

I still believe there must be something more than this

We gotta change our ways before we fall into the abyss

Work work work

My my my

Work work work

And then you die!