I spent twenty-seven years in this factory
And the boss man says, 'hey you're not what we need'
The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed
It's a solitary life when you've mouths to feed
But who cares about us?
Now I'm back on the streets With my hands held shut
I'm a workingman without any work
Well is this the way it's meant to be
Because I signed off for the American Dream
Now, I write my name to the welfare scheme
The money in the bank, well it's history
So take me down to where the worlds collide
And leave me here 'til I'm satisfied
So let the Revolution begin
Now I drag these bones