Wisdom In Chains - No Justice For The Working Man lyrics

No justice for the working man We works our fingers to the bones of our bleeding hands For the crumbs of the rich and privileged And they wonder why I'm filled with bitterness I hate the system put in place to keep my people down They'll never understand the reasons why Hard times force crimes out of honest men I've seen it again and again and again We'll never win And that's how it ends I'll work my hardest till the day Ii die to provide for my family If I get rich by a stroke of luck would you keep a close eye on me? And if I become what I hate the most. please shoot me in the f**ing face Cause in all my years I've learned one thing There's no justice for the working man No! Not for the working man There's no justice for the working man We works our fingers to the bones of our bleeding hands I hate the system put in place to keep my people down They'll never understand the reasons why Hard times force crimes out of honest men I've seen it again and again and again We'll never win And that's how it ends I'll work my hardest till the day Ii die to provide for my family If I get rich by a stroke of luck would you keep a close eye on me? And if I become what I hate the most. please shoot me in the f**ing face Cause in all my years I've learned one thing There's no justice for the working man No! Not for the working man There's no justice for the working man And that's how it ends