I won't be your slave Sweating blood to my grave I won't work while you gloat I'll shove your job down your throat I won't listen to you Don't tell me what to do Your money I'll burn, your shop I'll trash So shove your job up your ass Why should I work for your profit As you sit upon a mountain of money And feast upon your nauseating greed And thrive off others' setbacks You raise your prices, yet you lower your wages You wallow in your thirst for money making Your ignorance and selfishness, it makes me sick You're a greedy profiteer and nothing else... Fuck you! I won't be your slave There's no fucking way I'll be my own boss And pray for your financial loss