The stable muck out noble manual chore
I stink of sweat and straw I groom a steed
The serfs on holidays their lords ignore
As fifteen hours of work a week theyll heed
In forty hours of work a week your greed
Is blatant such a rapid riches hoax
Its ghostly double entry ledgers lead
To mortgage pyramid a hub to folks
I wear to work a suit of steel it cloaks
Its garb of garbage dump it filters germs
I suck on linen filter furnace smokes
Immune I stand I sense your loss to worms
Youre sentimental stuck on parts of past
Too crowded factories yet not iron caste
Chorus past bygone yore
