Work

Work

There are
beast

On the
other side

They take
your money

And run
away

Give you
a bowl

And a
stick

You gotcha
beg

For your
life

And for
the morsel

Man, you
gotcha

Stay back
in the
west

They have
everythin

Food on
a platter

And the
cocoon

For the
man

Who loves
his work

You comin
back

To the
east

A big
mistake

Your work
no more

Caution: This might be all theory

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