Slave labor working mannNo pride in some one else's dreamsnMaintain on a poor man's salarynNow there's got to be a better waynFor you for menn[Chorus]nDon't call me the working class mannSaid don't call me the working classnngive your soul to your companynYou ignore what's easy to seenYou're disposable, they're inexposablenWhere's the pride in that?nnstart with intentions to leave this life one daynHave a wife and a couple of kids in the blink of an eye you're old and graynThat way of life will never be for menI'd rather live on the street and keep my dignitynn[Chorus]