Workin’-long, workin’-hard, under a firm thumb-screw.
Eat, sleep ‘n’ slave I barely see half as much of you.
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, feel like I’m twice my age,
but I’ve bin thinkin’ ’bout you since I pocketed my wage.
I’m overdue some skin-on-skin,
all-in bets play to win-win.
Workin’ hard gettin’ paid:
the wages of the original sin.
Private room, hourly rate, so glad you let me in,
Feel my way, thru white lace, red light shadows dancin’ sin.
Saved-ma-brass, felt-it-burn, watch it melt in your fist.
ev’ry coin cost blood ‘n’ sweat I’m sure you’ll get my gist.
We can sell it how we want to,
but we only kid ourselves.
We waste our lives a-slavin’,
pavin’ a golden road to Hell.
©6.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
Workin’long, workin’hard, I got too much to do,
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, dead on my tired soles/feet,
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, ache like I’m half-dead
but I’ve bin thinkin’ ’bout you since I pocketed my bread
ev’ry coin, ev’ry note, gonna make sure you (y)earn.
Saved-ma-brass, felt-it-burn, watch it melt in your hand,
ev’ry coin cost blood ‘n’ sweat I’m sure you understand.
We all toil/spend our lives slavin’,
to pave the road to Hell.
all-in bets ‘cos it’s only win-win.
Feel my way to white lace, red light shadows dance within.