Worker's Lament Lyrics

There are voices growing in the city

​​There are people turning old before they're thirty

​​There are people confused from too much too early

​​There are memories

​​I'm much too young to feel this way

​​And everyone I know is acting just the same

​​So how could it just be me

​​Still I could be projecting

​​Instead of introspecting

​​What does it take to just be free

Of all my responsibility

​​To this greenback worshiping society

​​And all the stress it brings to me

​​And all my friends are stressed like me

​​There are accidents reoccurring

​​There are people turning old before they're thirty

​​There are people confused from too much too early

​​There are memories

​​Children in the street they're learning

​​To live alone and beg for bread

​​No home at the age of ten

​​So what does money mean to them

​​What does society mean to them

​​An old bum once said to me

​​That they are going to get me

​​I wonder what they did to him

​​They're out there running things he said

They're out there running things he said