We're the working poor We're the labor forced Routine ban*lity We stand in the sun just to eat Antiqued trappings Filthy proximity Languid surveillance You were birthed into luck we were born into chance We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the can*ls Annihilate pride Puritans drive Stayed requitals We'll be reimbursed with the fall of Rafael Emerald resentment Somehow I'm listless I see your merriment I know it's shallow but I just can't help it We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast Feed your children while you dance on our backs We're the matrons of the can*ls You rise the ranks as we raise your crops Patiently comply in the parking lots We're the patrons of the can*ls We watch while you beat your breasts Feed your children with our broken backs We're the matrons of the can*ls There's hatred from the can*ls We're the matrons of the can*ls Yeah!