I find myself in this bus again
Fighting for space, a seat for rent
The rain is falling down with shame
We trapped ourselves in this heat of Caine
Fighting for space, a seat for rent
The rain is falling down with shame
We trapped ourselves in this heat of Caine
Why should I be here
Greeting these unsmiling faces
Should I even care?
For the measly sum that I get
Greeting these unsmiling faces
Should I even care?
For the measly sum that I get
Marking my steps upon these stairs
Punching the clock with tenderness
I’m in a room where no sun will shine
I hear their voices, still I don’t understand
Punching the clock with tenderness
I’m in a room where no sun will shine
I hear their voices, still I don’t understand
Promises made, promises gone
The poor is still under the strong
Still the world will run this way till I’m gone
The poor is still under the strong
Still the world will run this way till I’m gone
Still I’m here all day long
Slave of wage, I’m one
Still I’m here all day long
Slave of wage Till I’m gone
Slave of wage, I’m one
Still I’m here all day long
Slave of wage Till I’m gone