Punched my card in the slot in every shit job
From here to Bangalore I've cleaned for the rich
And shovelled their shit when I've been poor
Worked in the snow and rain when I was in pain
Been on the sausage roll, felt like I had no goal again and again
Swallowed my anger and switched off my brain
Fighting depression, it all feels insane
I've stoods it till now but I won't stands it no more
Suck on this, satan, I won't do your bidding no more
Suck on this, satan, I'm walking through that open door
Been on the breadline, down in the saltmines
Worked my fingers to the bone
Bleached by fluorescent light and cathode ray nights
Till my colour's all gone
Ripped off by bankers and government cronies
And left in the blackest hole
Render unto caesar every last bit of silver
But you ain't gonna get my soul.
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