Getting by has always been a thing that I must do
Making money from some senseless thing that I can't choose
Burning heat on the street and I've got worn out shoes on my feet

Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?

One of these days I'm gonna break break free
One of these days I'm gonna break these chains
Rain rain rain
On my telephone
Gone gone gone
And no one's home

Masters of the pyramids
Selling scratches to the zombies in brazil
And everyone is poor and no one knows just what to do
Hanging on the corner by a wall so I can see what is true

Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?
Am I just a slave?
One of these days I'm gonna break break free
One of these days I'm gonna break these chains
Rain rain rain
On my telephone
Gone gone gone
And no one's home