Working Man Blues
Day in, day out
Working like a slave
Punching the clock
Shit-eating grin on his face
There will be a day
He said to himself
That the tide will turn
And I'll be the one
Serving the coldest plates
Hatred builds up inside
Fills his heart with rage
Set controls to annihilate
Time for revenge has arrived
Little did I know
He pondered as he raised his hand
That it would begin like this
But as his fist went down
Again and again
He knew for sure
How it was going to end
Blues do Homem Trabalhador
Dia após dia
Trabalhando como um escravo
Socando o relógio
Comendo merda sorriso no rosto
Haverá um dia
Ele falou pra si próprio
Que a maré vai virar
E eu serei o único
Servindo as placas mais frias
O ódio se acumula dentro
Enche seu coração de raiva
Definir controles para aniquilar
Hora de vingança chegou
Mal sabia eu
Ele ponderou quando levantou a mão
Que começaria assim
Mas quando o punho dele caiu
De novo e de novo
Ele sabia com certeza
Como ia acabar