WORKING MAN!

How often do we smile
How often do we pray
Using the guile
Not concerned about being led astray
Compromising with norms of the society
Running around with pointless fears
Our actions depict deep anxiety
No more love, we're left with only tears

We're the society
We're the disciplinarians
I'm the working class...

No more dancing in the rain
We hear no hymns, no yogic chant
Treating our life with disdain
Intensifying our miseries rampant
The festivities are gone
The celebrations seem far away
We're drinking our glories alone
And alone we're getting old, turning grey

We're the corporates
We're the diplomats
I'm a working man....