I'm going down to the old sweatshop
To go work off my back bone
I'm going off going off to you
To make your your Iphone
I'm chipping off chipping of my skin
Just because of the u.s sin
I'm jumping off jumping off the roof
Just because of your abuse
Were the outsourced kids
Were the outsourced kids
I'm busting off busting off my kicks
Just because of your sick tricks
I can't even have a wife
Or I'll get the masters knife
And if I even do speak out
There gonna make me scream and shout
Were the outsourced kids
Were the outsourced kids
'M working 2 cents a months
It's always just, never enough
Just watching all my brothers die
All because of the American lie
Hope you know this ain't the life I choose
Because you know I'm born to lose
Were the outsourced kids
Were the outsourced kids
AUGH!