Does anyone remember how to organize?
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Last Ditch
It gives me no rest, it dogs every step
Put's me so ill at ease, I dug myself deep
I can't pay what I owe, I can't reap what I sow
I'm at their every command to pay on demand
Just want an honest wage, not some gilded cage
But I dig the boss man's dirt, so I steal and I shirk
A job that corrupts, values going bankrupt
And whoops there goes the neighborhood!
The devil may care for a poor boy like me
I hit bottom, I’ve dug my last ditch
Hey you with the shiny shoes!
You're welcome to dig 'cause I'm damn well through
Work! Buy!
Work to buy!
I've had it up to here with their ad campaign smears
Their ostentatious displays of the wealth they've waylaid
I've had all I can take of models on the make
As if the products they back make up for all that I lack
I've had more than enough of their distracting fluff
We can no longer pretend we can consume without end
I will love what I will, I will love what they won't
What they trash I will prize, I will redeem the despised
The devil may care for workers like me
Hit bottom, dug their last ditch
Hey you with the shiny shoes!
You're welcome to dig 'cause we're damn well through!
I dug deep, I'm in deep
Won't nobody shake my hand?
I dug deep, I'm in deep
Does anyone remember how to organize?
I got nothin'
I got nothin' that you don't have
I ain't nuthin'
I ain't nuthin' that can be bought
Does anyone remember how to organize?
Work! Buy!
Work to buy!
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