Hey mister bossman I know it is you Who raises working hours And says it’s because dues. I know there is no crysis, Except one that’s in your head Your needs are the monsters, That will take your soul to hell. And next time you will yell at me, My fist will land so smooth Right into your cheek So fat and full.
I say yes, I will work For the people but not for you, So hide your angry face, That’s the best thing for you to do.
Hey mister bossman, You have pool in the yard, In your three floored house Running large saint Bernard. But the drudges in your factory Don’t even have a break, Because your son Wants to buy a new estate. Remember it will be So hard to stay inside Your castle of the paper For a long long time.
I say yes, I will work For the people but not for you, So hide your angry face, That’s the best thing for you to do.