Clase Trabajadora

We are wasting away
in this hell
Where injustice reigns
and the exploitation

We are the kind of people
That no longer gives up
We live among the lies
and the frustration

We are not robots or mutants
From dirty handling
And our engine is strength
From a rock'n roll

Job!

Freedom has a price
Too tall
We live among the lies
and the frustration

The crows on duty ask us
Patience and effort
We only ask
Having a job

Job!

You are what you have
You are what you have

Unemployed
And today's low wages

Freedom has a price
Too tall
We live among the lies
and the frustration

You are what you have
You are what you have

Unemployed
and low wages
They mark today