S.O.T.W Lyrics

Uncle got rich went overseas

Now we live off his scraps down on our knees

When I rise to the top I too must leave

To the place where the grass no concrete is green-er!

These old dudes that pretend to care for our needs

Say the average man he should live in peace

But if you ain't got Cedis for air then bitch do not breathe

If you can't pay for water drink from the sea

That's the state of the world state of the world

Work work

Work till your bloody fingers are gnarled

Live live

Right on the edge balanced on knives

Pay pay

Pay for your comforts pay for your life!

Right back at it can't ever quit

Cuz if you fall behind then that might be it

Oh you gotta get out?

Gotta be quick

You cannot live this life; it's making you sick-er

Now there're kids in the picture draining your dough

All those dreams that you had from three years ago

Down the drain to the sewers down they must go

As the hope in the distance loses its glow

That's the state of the world state of the world

Work work

Work till your bloody fingers are gnarled

Live live

Right on the edge balanced on knives

Pay pay

Pay for your comforts pay for your life!

Pay for your comforts pay for your life!

Pay for your comforts pay for your life!

Pay for your comforts

Pay for your life!