Lets make it fun
To labor all day
To wear out our backs
To pay for our way
Fun?

To barely scrape by
To live messed up lives
To get sick and die
Fun?

To feel the pressure
Not to be assured
To live on alone
Fun?

To get rejected
To feel disrespect
To be embarrassed
Fun?

Laughing loud now
Now we can see
Everything’s here
We’re still not free

Over hill, over dale
The doors closed now
Such a tall tale
For a small sound