We're the working poor We're the labor forced Routine banality We stand in the sun just to eat Antiqued trappings Filthy proximity Languid surveillance You were birthed into luck we were born into chance We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the canals Annihilate pride Puritans drive Stayed requitals We'll be reimbursed with the fall of Rafael Emerald resentment Somehow I'm listless I see your merriment I know it's shallow but I just can't help it We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the canals You rise the ranks as we raise your crops Patiently comply in the parking lots We're the patrons of the canals We watch while you beat your breasts Feed your children with our broken backs We're the matrons of the canals There's hatred from the canals We're the matrons of the canals Yeah!