They would tell you the tales
Of how they worked all day
Spitting out the details
With no time to play

They've felt so much anger
And way too much pain
the nights is not stranger
The night has felt much vain

They've worked with vitality
They've worked without pay
This is their normality
To work all through the day

They see the morning light
But work isn't quite done
They put up a fight
But still have fun

They may have a complaint
Of how I don't follow labor laws
They don't think I'm a saint
But if only they could speak