This Ain't No Picnic Testo

Working on the edge, losing my self-respect for a man who presides over me, the principles of his creed. Punch in punch out 8 hours 5 days a week, sweat, pain and agony  on Friday I'll get paid.
This ain't no picnic.
Hey mister don't look down on me for what I believe  I got my bills and the rent. I should go pitch a tent but our land isn't free, so I'll work my youth away in the place of a machine. I refuse to be a slave
This ain't no picnic.