There's a price upon my head, 28/6
That person in the photograph, he does not move, he must be dead
And still I wonder, why was I there at all, Did I hear you say, I belong to them
Those robes they laid upon me, I threw them in the dirt
Money, I do not with to see, still I go to work
Down, down to the factory, my mind is underground
Did I hear you say, I belong to them