It feels like we are the modern slaves Being whipped from the cradle to the grave We'll never get the credit that we deserve Instead we're trapped in a hideous war of nerves Big cheese threatening with the sack But the guys at the dock carries him on their back. We're carrying society on our back. Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock Underpaid, struggling hard, but he's never pleased He will strike with his whip till we're all deceased Come on guys, pin him down, send him straight to hell Sentenced to, crappy tunes in his prison cell Cause we'll make him see, we control his soul Cause we're servants of rock and roll Cause we're servants of rock and roll Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock Backbones of society, work at the docks, ready to rock Speed up, get up, turn up Cause we're the backbones of society Speed up, get up, turn up Cause we're the backbones of society Speed up, get up, turn up Cause we're the backbones