Stripped of our pensions. Stripped of our pay Fight to survive. To see another day Abandoned by the corporate swine Sold out for a bottom line In cities of decay are forgotten scraps of industry The result of an economy that's given in to entropy Production has ceased It's come to a halt Praising the ones who plunder while damning the ones left behind We don't exist only to produce profits for the few A one world system with a one track mind Intentions they don't have to hide Exploitation is the name of the game Lords of production, they never gave a damn Beholden to no one Trampling the working cla**. Beware our bite We are the beasts of labor We built your empires, we can tear them down We have the strength to tip the scales, to change the tides Regain control. Explore alternatives We won't fear biting the hand that feeds We won't fear biting the first that beats We are the beasts of labor