Title: Sweat Shop Blues
Band: Poizon Green
Album: Firing Squad
Long forgotten; forever lost
Rent a fate, for a minimal cost
Crucify the dreams, of fairy tale ice creams
Made of blood sweat and tears
By the Gods of yester years.
Princes of doom with Styrofoam crowns
Minimum wages, maximum frowns
Packed in brown boxes, wrapped up in blue’s
Re-cycling our lucks, at six o’ clock news
We are, yes we are, for you to Abuse.
Oh! You could believe, we’re better off dead
You've told us your story,
In books we've never read.
You drank from our blood
Fed upon our flesh
At the sweat shop bar’s
In Bangladesh.
We’re way too many
So you just don’t count
You dispose us and then
Buy another round.
Forsaken, Forgotten children of gloom
Gluttons got my town in the city of Doom.
Forsaken, Forgotten…
