- cifra
Twenty five unemployed
With a college degree
Forty and fired too old for the company
Abandoned sons of capitalism
With shattered dreams
Learning the hard way that nothing
Is ever what it seems
Still you believe in the capitalist myth
To you it's a religion, the capitalist myth
But it'll leave you an orphan
Capitalist myth, capitalist myth
Selling their bodies almost selling their soul
A plate of food a day
Becomes their only goal
