I heard it suits you, suits you just fine to be,
Slaving to the grind my little concubine;
I heard it suits you, suits you just fine to be,
Working for peanuts my little porcupine.
Work it, work it slave to the grind for me work it, work it,
Work it, work it I'm shaping your minds to be perfect, perfect.
I heard it suits you, suits you just fine to be,
Axing it to the grind little concubine;
I heard it suits you, suits you just fine to be,
Working for peanuts my little porcupine.
You have no voices! You're just a number!
There's a women over there crying, someone stop her!
I have no feelings! I have no religion!
I have the world in my pocket awaiting my decisions!
Work it, work it slave to the grind for me work it, work it,
Work it, work it I'm shaping your minds to be perfect, perfect.
You have no voices! You're just a number!
There's a women over there crying, someone stop her!
I have no feelings! I have no religion!
I have the world in my pocket awaiting my decisions!
Work it!
Don't stifle me
I got you hired I can get you fired,
Work it!
You can be replaced so easily.
Written about sweat shops.
Lyrics and additional voices by: Beau Killett
Completed: March 24, 1999