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Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle, and death Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle for less Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle, and death Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle for less There's blood on the banks of homestead There's blood in the banks of Wall Street Robert Owens gave birth to the 8 hour day The boss wants it down in a grave Poison the rivers, slaughter the cows Build up the prisons, burn forests down Food to the landfill, patent the seeds They waste your labor, and your dignity They want to use you up, and steal your soul They want to use you up, and steal your soul Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle, and death Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Letras de cancionesWork and struggle for less Perpetuate violence, surveilled privacy Serving evictions, deny basic need Following orders, just do what you're told They'll leave you with nothing, just a flag to fold They rob the world blind, never pay for their crimes They've got us trained like rats So we organize on the boss' dime We don't have to live like this Like this, like this They want to use you up, and steal your soul They want to use you up, and steal your soul Bleed you to death 'til there's nothing left Bleed you to death 'til there's nothing left They're gonna bleed you to death 'til there's nothing left They'll bleed you to death Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle, and death Work and struggle, and be grateful for it Work and struggle for less Work and struggle for less From Letras Mania