Underpaid Scars 가사

Sounds the alarm on the clock It's still dark night outside Begins a new day of work The streets are flooded With sadness when the workers Walk with their heads down The factory opens it's doors And encloses our freedom But we haven't lost hope The bus stops are filled With rows of angry slaves Going to their temporary jail We are not to blame For being lower class We are not to blame For having broken hands Underpaid scars! Today I heard another Worker lost his life At the factory next door I could not help thinking As I clenched my fists in anger Of the family he left behind He died to feed his kids He died to feed his dreams He died for a place to live He died murdered Murdered in front of you Murdered in front of me We are not to blame