Boss Makes a Dollar, I make a dime.
That was a poem from a simpler time...
Now Boss makes a thousand,
and gives us a 2 cents.
Lays-off employees who can't pay thier rents!
So when boss makes a million.
And the workers make jack.
We'll form a union and take our lives back!
The Execs make millions, year over year.
While thier employees are livin' in fear.
Enough is enough.
Stand up for yourself, time to be tough
You'll never stress about your next meal.
If we just eat the ritch!