No Justice For The Working Man

No justice for the working man.

We works our fingers to the bones of our bleeding hands

For the crumbs of the rich and privileged

And they wonder why I’m filled with bitterness.

I hate the system put in place to keep my people down.

They’ll never understand the reasons why

Hard times force crimes out of honest men.

I’ve seen it again and again and again.

We’ll never win

And that’s how it ends.

I’ll work my hardest till the day Ii die to provide for my family.

If I get rich by a stroke of luck would you keep a close eye on me?

And if I become what I hate the most. please shoot me in the fucking face.

Cause in all my years I’ve learned one thing.

There’s no justice for the working man

No!

Not for the working man

There’s no justice for the working man

We works our fingers to the bones of our bleeding hands

I hate the system put in place to keep my people down.

They’ll never understand the reasons why

Hard times force crimes out of honest men.

I’ve seen it again and again and again.

We’ll never win

And that’s how it ends.

I’ll work my hardest till the day Ii die to provide for my family.

If I get rich by a stroke of luck would you keep a close eye on me?

And if I become what I hate the most. please shoot me in the fucking face.

Cause in all my years I’ve learned one thing.

There’s no justice for the working man

No!

Not for the working man

There’s no justice for the working man

And that’s how it ends