Slave labor working man No pride in some one else's dreams Maintain on a poor man's salary Now there's got to be a better way For you for me [Chorus] Don't call me the working class man Said don't call me the working class Give your soul to your company You ignore what's easy to see You're disposable, they're inexposable Where's the pride in that? Start with intentions to leave this life one day Have a wife and a couple of kids in the blink of an eye you're old and gray That way of life will never be for me I'd rather live on the street and keep my dignity [Chorus]