High class looking at the low class as if they were trash // but in reality we are the ones that hold you up high, we are the means of which you get by // Out sweat, our blood, our tears are the ingredients to your industrial might, of course the workers of the world will one day unite and fight // but yesterdays the day I've had enough of your shit and todays the day I finally quit // like so many others I was a slave of the mind, never really wanted to lag behind // needed to make payments on the house so I could rest, needed the energy to work real hard so I could have the best // my idea of freedom was whatever my boss allowed it to be, but that shit really just aint me // so lets not be there support system anymore, lets show them what good their moneys really for // No longer  any classes only you and me, in a place we can all truly be free