REVOLUTION

No recognition

No appreciation

What do you mean?

Saturday again?

Thank you – Uh uh

Lunch -Fuck no!

lotsa work, lotsa money

But where did it go?

Blood, sweat and tears

Checks don’t go far

But where’s the suit?

In a brand new car!

Did he lose a finger?

Did he bust his ass?

Dust? Grease? Grime?

I think he’ll pass

The time is coming

For the boiling masses

To boil on over

and destroy the classes

Trust me my brother

This will come to pass

Then you can tell that suit

To french-kiss your ass!!

02/19/1994