(Work)ing Dead (Lyrics)

Working class or working dead? Slave away to get ahead Forty hours, five days a week Month in, year out, the cycle repeats [Chorus:] A feeding frenzy to reach the top The rat race, no, it won't stop Till them bones push through the skin But can society's creations really feel anything? The bottom of the barrel ain't so low Success is measured so fucking shallow Strive for ourselves - don't make amends No room for friends when the rats can scavenge [Chorus] [Repeat verse 1, verse 2 & chorus 3x]