I'm a slave to the slave trade
I'm a slave to the slave trade
Feeding this beast, cause I can't live without it, I'm afraid
Walking to the store, walking into work
Walking to the bank to see what I am worth
Walking to a home that I don't own, and I am told
That I alone control my destiny
But they own the rest of me, so
I'm a slave to the slave trade
I'm a slave to the slave trade
Getting too little out of too much given
Getting to get beat down for a living
Skin for the treadmill that carries the goods
From factories to poor neighborhoods
Just a cog dreaming of being a lever
In a machine that I know will never allow that to happen
So I sit shirking
Why be complaining when I could be working
Every day I love my chains just a little more
I may not be naked, but I'm no less of a whore
My skin and bones, my soul and more
Giving all that I am to the company store