Dreams from the Factory Floor

Living in this factory in darkness and dust
Dying like slaves working class holocaust
We should battle for freedom and right
No more slaves by day and slaves by night
Pulling the dying from their beds
Sending the starving to the streets
Listen, listen to my blood it beats the same
You stand corrupt with cold heart
Your mercy is both deaf and blind
You give neither love or pity
Bring us voices of freedom
We stand tearless
Our children lie on the battlefield
It's the rich mans way
You work you work you work
The human machine void of soul
No feeling no thought no reason no rest
You dream of happiness, lifе without pain
They say that dreams nevеr come true, well I say that they do
So dream a dream as you walk through your factory door
We share our dreams from our factory floor