[Verse 1]
Day in and day out they demonize the working cla**
Pulling us the half fable calling the chaves
Calling us the no good, calling us the threat
We rally in numbers the state don't forget
They always put the workers on basis of race
A tool of division still applied till this day
They split us by region, professions and more
By s** and by gender the office and floor
Mental and manual, employed, unemployed
Better well to do, middle cla** that enjoys, perks and more privileges inspiring to be
The next one percent is the new bourgeoisie
The lackeys and the bosses, sometimes rebellious
They waiver in their loyalties cuz' they ain't getting there yet
Pit against the bottom layers doing most the work
And getting paid the least that's the way the system works
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder, when will they go under?
Sometimes I wonder, why do workers suffer?
Sometimes I wonder, when will we take over?
Sometimes I wonder, where are all the soldiers?
[Verse 2]
If you are sick of getting paid less than the value of
Your actual labour, you ain't doing it for love
You do it to get by, you do it for a check
You look at tax deductions you rightfully upset
But even more upsetting, the source of all your wage should be what happens before you get told what's your wage
You really work for yourself a part of every day
You produce a lot more than you see in your pay
A rich man talking, he made it on his own
Actually someone else did he took it for his own
This surplus value could be coming to us
To benefit community programs and such
Rather it gets taken by a single person, a handful of people that system is serving
Next time they hit you with that demonisation
Remember where their interests lie in this equation
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder, when will they go under?
Sometimes I wonder, why do workers suffer?
Sometimes I wonder, when will we take over?
Sometimes I wonder, where are all teh soldiers?