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Sep 2016
Everyday I work my hands to the bone,
I wear steel capped boots
Not a 3 piece suit..
I struggle each day for theΒ  next bill to pay
Work Long hours and miss my childs play

You sit in your office
And discuss the next cut
Profits are down by a quarter percent
Let's cut a few more jobs because their lives are that cheap.

Hey , you ,Β  number 592 your number is up
We no longer need you
Our profits will go up

Class war is on the horizon
Workers unite
Equality for all
Our lives are important
Number 592
Gareth
Written by
Gareth  Durban (South Africa)
(Durban (South Africa))   
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