We are bottom of the pile, we graft and toil
We're expendable and used the boardrooms tools
All we want is a living wage
And maybe a holiday
Hopefully make ends meet
I might go to the match this week
We are bottom of the heap, the guided sheep
Six till two, two till ten, sometimes more or less
Some are work thirteen weeks
There's no permanence in this
Future insecurity
Castle home is a pipe dream
Oh
With a can and cigarettes, a cracked TV
Marijuana permeates the air I breathe
Other drugs can be obtained
To escape the constant pain
The pound shop closed this week
The food bank we will visit
Ah