Working Poor

We are young, we are weak

Just as blank as we are bleak

Too far gone in our heads

We all live and work in the red

We're cold

We had done all we've been told

There's no court for our case

What failure gave us suits our taste

We all bend, we all break

We all forfeit what we make

Too far gone, in our heads

We all live and work in the red

We're cold

We had done all we've been told

There's no court for our case

What failure gave us suits our taste

There's no money to our names

Empty pockets to our graves

There's no court for our case

What failure gave us suits our taste