Letra da Música: Sweat Shop Slavery - Bonehouse

Cold sweat runs down his spine, his back-aches' hard.
Suffered for decades now, suffered since start.
Progressive manufacture - this word's a lie!
Supports the family until he dies..

"been chained up in this hell for years - far too long
To rattle in my cage - this urge is getting strong."

In his imagination he sees his boss.
Killed him a thousand times - would be no loss!

"been chained up in this hell for years - far too long
To rattle in my cage - this urge is getting strong."

Sweatshop slavery
Take no orders, be no slave!
Weirdo insanity
Take no orders, be no slave!
Break out of this hell
Take no orders, be no slave!
Exploitating state
Take no orders, be no slave!

He's going down,
Frustation drowns.
Inside his head
The pressure grows.

No turning back,
The tension mounts.
The storm of stress
Kills every thought.

The knife will not be wield, he needs the cash
And without dignity he walks his path.
His son's now old enough to take his place.
The vicious circle starts to seal his fate.

"been chained up in this hell for years - far too long
To rattle in my cage - this urge is getting strong."


Sweatshop slavery
Take no orders, be no slave!
Weirdo insanity
Take no orders, be no slave!
Break out of this hell
Take no orders, be no slave!
Exploitating state
Take no orders, be no slave!