The MOP

Duration

3:39

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

Lyrics

clock in, clock out time ticking out of me. don’t got no MOP, so I sell myself away. working minimum wage, no control over anything I create. my mind’s so far away. boss watchin’, oh must extract every drop from me. numb, divorced from any sense of humanity. working minimum wage, no connection to anything that I make. endless laboring days, wishing I was anywhere but this damn place. my mind’s so far away. deep in debt, oh keep my head down to keep working. no union, so no voice representing me. why do we work this way? let’s kick out the bosses and run it our way. not for them, but for us, seize control of the MOP and create a new way, from each to all who need.