Subúrbio Operário

Born in a working-class suburb
Of an underdeveloped country
Just a part of the mass
Of a bankrupt society
Submissive to unjust laws
That make him silent
They manipulate his thoughts
And prevent him from thinking
Solitary amidst the crowd
Suffocated by the smoke
Surrounded by concrete
Lost in the midst of the mass
Just walking
To the beat of his steps
His scream of hatred
Echoes through space
Without hope of a better life
For the parasites suck his sweat
Without hope of a better life
For the parasites suck his sweat
Surviving on the crumbs
That fall from the tables
Of the owners of the paper
Of the owners of the paper