Working Poor

We are young and we are weak
Just as blank as we are bleak
Too far gone in our heads
We all live and work in the red
We’re cold
We had done all we’ve been told
There’s no court for our case
What failure gave us suits our taste
We all bend, we all break
We all forfeit what we make
Too far gone, in our heads
We all live and work in the red
We’re cold
We had done all we’ve been told
There’s no court for our case
What failure gave us suits our taste
There’s no money to our names
Empty pockets to our graves
There’s no court for our case
What failure gave us suits our taste