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Your upright position and your elegant pose Showing signs of money and who knows Living your whole life just to make a dollar more Fancy houses, big cars lined up in rows A member of society that all the elite know A man of such high respect because his wallet＇s full Blood of a worker Oil of machinery Plight of the commoners Money in your pocket Capitalism, slavery, genocide Red blood stains the fucking flag! Work all day, giving orders, taking breaks Upset getting up from your chair today Laughing at the poor Nothing more to you than jokes Even though their the ones That help your wealth grow Pay them small wages They＇ll stay, they have no choice Talk about family But never hear a voice Blood of a worker Oil of machinery Plight of the commoners Money in your pocket Capitalism, slavery, genocide Red blood stains the fucking flag! Some may look up to you And envy what you have But my hard working hands Are more dignified than that Working 9 to 5 in a job that＇s not so great Working 5 to 5 for their family＇s dinner plate Staying years with you without a little praise Staying years with you without a little raise Blood of a worker Oil of machinery Plight of the commoners Money in your pocket Capitalism, slavery, genocide Red blood stains the fucking flag!