Slaves to the Corporate World

Hurry, hurry, hurry
Is the way we live our lives
Busy as a bee
Cube farms are just like hives

We work all day
And work all night
It feels so much
Just like a fight

To keep our heads
Above the waves
Are we men
Or are we slaves

To the corporate world
Where money rules
Where some are kings
And others tools

To make the giants
Grow and heave
For us there is
No way to leave

Other than through death
Or poverty