Letra da Música Management VS. Labor de Boysetsfire

Sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them
As it was killing you
They've locked you out after all that you have done for them
You toil yet they profit more
Save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands
Struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat, privileged and disdained
They've bled you dry
Until all that's left of you is sold to build their paradise
What have we worked for we've been scraping by for all our lives
Only to find that we're left behind
We'll own our own time and give you nothing in return
Our next meal will come from your table
So our lives can become something more
Than what you buy and sell
America will be reborn