Text: Wolfbrigade. Fran Vaggan Till Graven.

Du kanner hur din kropp sakta slits ner
Din rygg ar forstord du orkar inte mer

I anletes svett, kittlad av piskan

Overbelastning i kropp och sjal
samma rutiner for samma tral
utslitna leder, utslitna skor
utslitna tankar som kretsar kring mord

I anletets svett, kittlad av piskan
Fran bandet till TV:n, fran tristess till tristess
Fran vaggan till graven - slaveri
Fran vaggan till graven - sla dig fri!

About the frustration about having to work and what a "regular" work does to your body. By the sweat of one's brow, Worn out joints, worn out clothes Worn out thoughts that involves murdering your boss